"What is wrong with you?!" Prescott shouted in Emma's mind, but Emma shrugged, not giving a reply.
But Prescott continued.
"We were almost done finishing them off. Why did you open your big mouth to spoil all our plans? Huh? Must you do this?" He asked, and Emma snorted, building a shield all over her mind, cutting him off.
She wanted to fight. She wanted to release the tension and anger that had coiled up her nerves. Why didn't they understand that?
"She shut me out." Prescott whined, throwing up his hands as if in tired surrender.
Freya soughed, not knowing what to say.
She was only aware that the guy, whoever he was, was so happy about the newest development. She didn't know why Emma had thought it wise to bring up this matter, but she was afraid and knew that the former had little or no chances of winning.
So, why would she do it? Why would she disrupt their well laid plans?