Ivy sighs. “She got drunk, didn’t she? I’m sorry, Devon. How is she? How are you? Have you murdered the hosts yet?” She smiles slightly, knowing the man on the other side [i]really[/i] wants to bash the heads of the men who had hurt the woman he loves.

Winter makes a face to Jacob’s back as he leaves. “What a bloody tosser.” She shakes her head. “Hurts his woman and leaves.” She turns to Kerian with a small smile. “That sounds brilliant, but maybe later when the whole hosts vs demigods thing dies down.”