‘‘Something happened to you back at the locker room… ’’
These words continued to re-echo in her mind that everything Nico said next after that, all sounded like gibberish to her ears.
Of course, something horrific had happened to her back at school that day. She'd watched the head of a fully grown man get shovelled from the rest of his body.
Those fangs had done the job.
Nico just had to mutter the exact word to take her down the terrible memory lane.
Right now, Emma felt like any patron would feel if handed a bowl of brackish gruel at a famous inn in downtown Illinois.
Actually, Emma felt much worse.
The refreshing scene of that gore flashed before her eyes. That man's body started to jerk in her mind's eyes. She could see him struggle to wheeze in his last breath before his head got cut out from his body.
Her eyes shut tightly on impulse and Nico felt the need to stop talking.
‘‘Hey! Are you okay?’’