Ember’s attacker narrowed his eyes furiously before rearing back his hand to strike her.
All Ember could do was squeeze her eyes shut and steel herself from the blow.
When nothing happened, she opened her eyes cautiously and gasped at what she saw.
A cloaked man had snatched her attacker’s throat and was holding it in a brutal grip.
The attacker’s scarred mouth was open in a silent scream, a gargling sound escaping him. Ember’s savior lifted him bodily off of Ember and into the air with inhuman-like strength. All she could do was scramble away a couple of feet watching in pure shock and awe.
That is when the moonlight revealed the face under the black cloak. It was a face that no matter how many years passed, Ember would remember until the day she died.
It was Donovan.
When t
