It was a good thing her face wasn't bruised or injured, Emmaline thought to herself as she changed, hoping that the long sleeves would hide her injuries.
The initial hit had to be real for Donovan and Fiona to believe it, which meant that Ashton had to believe it too.
Emmaline was a ball of nerves and reluctance.
She didn't want to hurt Ashton, but this would hopefully be temporary and would help them resolve this without him getting hurt.
"He's here," Fiona came in like a whirlwind, her face blazing with psychopathic triumph, "We didn't even need to go to him, that loser came all on his own!"
"Looks like your plan might actually work then," Donovan poked his head in and regarded her with a measure of respect, "Make sure you smash his ego too."
"Then what?" Emmaline asked, her heart in her throat, her hands balled into fists underneath the long sleeves.
