Bab 347: EMMA AT DEREK'S PARTY III

Emma felt like weeping, but she didn't even know how to go about that. She was all manner of speechless. Her face was an artwork of sorrow, deep sorrow. 

She shut her mouth, wet the upper ceilings of her mouth with her tongue, opened the buccal cavity to say something, but shut it again.

She wanted to talk, to yell, to cuss and scream but she couldn't. She felt stupefied. No, more than that. There wasn't a word to accurately describe what she was feeling at the moment. Her throat was clogged with unshed tears and words.

For the first time, she felt entrapped with words as she stared at the beast which hadn't taken away its gaze off her this whole time.