At the King's Villa
Dylan was lost in thought and frustration as he run on a treadmill. Things had remained on a stand still ever since his disagreement with Esmeralda.
The woman had refused to see reason even when it was something beneficial to them. How else were they going to get back home? They couldn't even come up with proper disguises because Amy had taken her time to come up with possible ones they could take on and those were still in circulation. And neither of their men could leave.
No matter how Dylan saw it Amy was the key. Only she could undo the crappy situation. He ruffled his hair in frustration unable to come up with another solution.
He felt a hand on his arm and when he saw Esmeralda standing beside him with a cute pout, he responded with a pissed off expression. Not having it, she turned off the treadmill so he could talk to her. He shot her an annoyed look but didn't leave.