Dawn whipped her head to the back and found Emma standing there. Her eyes were glowing red and her claws were out for a kill. "Did you— did you—"
In a cold voice that matched her demeanor, Emma said, "Yes, I brought him here. The two dragons on the outside were trying to break the portal to get in."
A guard came to them to stab them with his blazing javelin, but Emma shoved the weapon aside and picked him up with his neck. With another hand she ripped his skin through his jugular. She threw him forward and the guard's head lolled as he clung to his throat to stop the blood. Suddenly her hand started to burn.
She was a vampire and the day would scorch her. Dawn turned her head to see where Brantley was, but even before she could scan the whole arena, the weather turned dark, mimicking night. Dawn looked at Emma again and to her surprise she found a semblance of smile on her lips.
