<p>Ember’s attacker narrowed his eyes furiously before rearing back his hand to strike her. </p>
<p>All Ember could do was squeeze her eyes shut and steel herself from the blow. </p>
<p>When nothing happened, she opened her eyes cautiously and gasped at what she saw. </p>
<p>A cloaked man had snatched her attacker’s throat and was holding it in a brutal grip. </p>
<p>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. </p>
<p>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. </p>
<p>It was Donovan. </p>