[~Song Recommendation: Téir Abhaile Riu by Celtic Woman & Sign of the Times by Harry Styles~]
Layla was scared out of her wits under the intruder's stronghold but she had only one thing in her mind; Her Master should be safe. But to her dismay, her Master kept standing there, his eyes searching hers. She mouthed again the words 'Leave!' but Michael didn't budge.
"Leave her alone…" He exclaimed in a low growling voice, one that could give chills to others. But the man let out a chuckle at him, not even a bit afraid of his threat.
"Fool, why risk yourself over this slave?" The man remarked while tightening the hold around her waist causing her to flinch in pain. Anger coursed through Micahel's veins, making his blood boil at the sight. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw before he pointed the gun towards the man.
