Ivy finishes making dinner, and looks at her phone. She frowns when she sees the time. “What on earth...?” She mutters to herself, then calls Artemis. Her finger impatiently thinks the phone while waiting for an answer, her frown deepening by every moment that she doesn’t get an answer. “Come on... pick up...”

Winter perches on the edge of the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her gaze pierces into Jacob as she stares at him, expertly keeping a poker face that could rival Ivy’s. Her eyes don’t blink in the way a predator’s keen sight wouldn’t allow her to.