Emma’s POV
The more I stood there, the more nervous I became. This place was starting to creep me out in a way. Mr. Locke’s voice sent shivers down my spine and not the good kind either – his words literally froze me on the spot and I felt the hair on my hands stand up. I could not move – I felt as if I were glued to my spot. There was an inexplicable force in his tone, something I had never heard from anyone before, something dominating, raw and primal, yet controlled and directed. What was more interesting is that he did not even really raise his voice. I simply could not move and stood there. I felt like a statue and for a second wondered if he froze those warriors in their spot too…
Not knowing what to do with myself or what to say, or where to look, I was fidgeting with my hands, t
