Winter nods. “You care about her a lot, don’t you? And just the thought of her possibly getting hurt, even though you know she could perfectly handle herself, makes you see red. Especially when it’s by someone you considered a friend, someone you trusted. But, please just take a breath, and think about Devon’s position. He’s not used to people like Max, and for her just to pop in and upset his friends, well, it makes [i] him[/i] see red. So, maybe you could both put it behind you and compromise,” her voice is soothing and quiet. 

“Onward, my good fellow!” Ivy points a fist towards the large iron wrought gates.