“Where the hell are you? What’s taking you so long? Why is Arty asleep in the middle of the day? What [i]happened[/i] to you two?!” Ivy’s voice is calm, efficiently hiding an underlying growl. On the other side, her face is set in a dark, fearsome rage. 

“Well they're done for,” Winter whispers in a chirping manner to Jacob. “Just imagine what she’d do to you.” [i]Had she not been so controlled. [/i]