The girl's body was trembling violently, her fluffy little head buried in her knees as the howling wind and pouring rain swallowed up his calls.
He reached out to grab the girl's wrist. Seeing how terrified she was, he instinctively carried her out of the cabinet, pulling her into his arms and softly reassuring her, "It's okay, it's okay."
The girl's body was soft to the point of disbelief. It took her a long time to snap out of her initial rigidity. She lifted her rabbit-like red eyes, clutching tightly at his clothes, and whimpered in a tearful voice, "I want Grandma."
Ignatius Leclair had never seen the girl looking so fragile before. His whole body was drenched, and it wasn't until her small floral sleep dress was soaked through by his clothes that he began to feel uncomfortable.
"Follow me," he said softly.
The house servants had all been given the holiday off. The entire house was empty except for the two of them.
