Fiona's demeanor immediately changed when she heard Ewan's steel voice; she transformed from a fiery serpent poised to strike into a gentle dove ready to be slaughtered.
"Ewan," she cried, dashing over to him as if a life raft had just appeared in the tumultuous sea of her drama.
Public displays of affection were in order, and Ewan obliged her, allowing her to perch on his chest and wrap her arms around his waist. However, his eyes remained focused on Athena, the unexpected source of tension.
He had popped by to meet the manager over a deal, thinking it would be a quick in-and-out. If he had known he was walking into a battlefield of sorts, he would have changed course. His head throbbed with the weight of an impending headache, and seeing Athena after many days left him feeling strangely bereft.
Still, he focused on the pressing matter at hand. "What's the problem, Carlos? What happened to my fiancée?"
