“So, we all know what we do to these impure vampires, right?” asked Vendric to Clara.
Her eyes widened and although there is no more cloth to cover her mouth, something else is choking her that she can not speak. It is fear. His claws extended and raised them into the air to slice her. Then there was a loud crash. His hard sharp claws against a sword—that is inches away from slicing her face. She was surprised and scared and saw Peter with that stoic face. His face about the situation is not coinciding with his actions.
“What do you think you are doing, knight?” asked Vendric in a growl.
Peter swung it further to knock Vendric away from her. “Who gives you the right to kill her, Your Highness? If I remember correctly, the Emperor shall decide first and foremost.”
“You are making a bad
