[b]’Strike two!’[/b] Winter raises an eyebrow. “I was in London. The entire time. Oh that reminds me. Tell me what you think of the music I dedicated [i]to you[/i],” she hisses the last two words, still very angry. She turns to Devon and laughs humorlessly. “I think it’s kind of ridiculous, how do we even know that’s the real Arthur and not another Charlie thing?” She shrugs. “I did everything I could to tell Arthur how I felt about him when we were younger and well.. he missed his chance.” She shrugs, then turns to Arthur. “Unless you got some magic up your sleeve, no chance. Sorry.” She turns into a leopard and gets off of the couch, humming Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood to herself. 

Ivy chuckles. “That’s not a very pretty picture.” She calls Winter. 

Winter hears her phone and gets it in her teeth. She shifts into human form and picks up the call. When Ivy tells her what’s going on, Winter smirks. “Got it. Have fun.”

Ivy blushes and hangs up, then she smiles at Jacob. “We’re in the clear.”