Chapter 312

Emma inhaled deeply, then let out a gush of hot air from her flaring nostrils, trying to calm her angry self down so that she wouldn’t raise her voice at the queen. The latter was a queen right? She shouldn’t be shouted at right? Emma mused, gritting her teeth, her fists tightening of their own accord.

Her anger stemmed from the fact that the queen had known why she had wanted to see Derek, knew that he was in trouble; for fudge’s sake, he had already been possessed!, and she hadn’t told her, worse, she had tried to stop her. What was wrong with all these women thinking that they could control her, without bothering to let her in on some important information she should know.

She shut her eyes again, as she felt that energy from before during the meeting, running smoothly all over her body system, smoothly but it seemed to be boiling, so hot that she wanted it out, she felt like exploding.

“Emma… calm down…” She heard Prescott’s voice in her head, and grunted.