Ivy sighs, fighting the emotions because she’s driving. “I’d go with you. If that were to happen. Trust me, Arty. She’ll survive. I’m the daughter of Lady Luck, and if I have a good feeling about things, then they turn out fine. Please, trust me. If I’m wrong, then you get to take your negative feelings out on me, deal? It’s only fair. I’m only saying to have hope because I [i]know[/i] it, she’s going to live.”


‘Bast. Don’t.’ [b]’And... mute.’[/b] ‘Still here.’ [b]’Shit just get out of my head!’[/b] ‘... Your in mine...’ [b]’Right.’[/b] Bast ignores Winter and kisses Sobek back, holding his hand with the one that was on his stomach, the other sliding into his hair.