Emily took the bold step to the right, lifting her dress slightly and pulling her dagger from her purse. The dark shadows afforded her the chance to see the assassin following stealthily behind Logan.

At the sight of a good angle, she crawled out of the dark. Her arms clutching the attacker like a cobra and holding her dagger to his throat.

“Who are you and why are you following him?”

“Arrrggghhh!” He cried louder as she tightened her grip causing the gun to fall off his grip. ...