Emma's eyes fluttered shut so she did not have to watch the young man being killed but nothing could stop his thoughts. She bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling, wanting to vomit all over the floor. Her eyes welled up with tears and her hands began to shake. She ignored his question, unable to speak anyway. He touched her face and a shiver ran up and down her spine. She turned her face away from him.
"I wouldn't have a choice in the matter, would I?" she asked, her voice breaking a bit and she hated herself for it. "Now are you going to tell me where I'm going to find Angel or not?"