Now she could understand his misery over the nightmare. The sight of the woman in his mind made her queasy. She trembled against his body when she remembered her face, her fangs and her claws. Dawn clenched her jaw when she recalled how she raked her claws in his wings so deep that his veins ruptured.
Dawn got up and checked his wings by pulling them out with force, because he was reluctant in showing her. There were scars on the inside. Her blood boiled when she saw those scars. 'Why didn't you tell me about these injuries?' she scolded him harshly.
'Emma is a powerful vampire, Dawn,' he said, ignoring her question. 'However, I have a feeling that she wasn't attacking me on her own volition.' This only meant that things were extremely complicated underneath. There was something he couldn't point, couldn't see…
