The third point of view :
Something was wrong.
Judy had known it the moment he felt a dip in his bed, someone was coming near him and whoever that was didn't smell like Emily.
His eyes snapped open only to connect with fierce, determined green ones.
"Fiona?" there was a quizzical look on his face. What was she doing in his room by this ungodly hour of the morning? It wasn't even six yet and what in the world was she wearing?
"What are you doing here?" Judy wondered how she even got into his room. Where were the damn guards? Who gave her access?
"Judy" Fiona breathed, clasping his face and leaning closer to kiss him.
Judy pulled away from her, but the girl was fast enough to push him back to the bed. She tried to straddle him but Judy flipped her over, pinning her hands to the bed.
