(Third Person).
Draven stepped closer for a brief moment, his voice low enough for only her to hear. "Stay near me, no matter what happens."
"I will," she said.
Then his expression returned to unreadable. A few seconds later, his eyes flickered back to her. Her hand gripped her sheathed sword tightly against her side.
She could hear her heart pounding in her chest—quick, hard, alive.
"Now!" Draven's commanding voice rang out.
In an instant, they moved.
The iron gates of the government house had already fallen under the vampires' assault, leaving the path open in the confusion.
Jeffery led two warriors forward, swift and silent, clearing the immediate path while Draven, Meredith, and the others followed close behind.
Everywhere she looked, Meredith saw death—soldiers lying motionless, blood staining the marble of the courtyard, the acrid scent of gunpowder thick in the air. Yet her steps did not falter.
