Winter blanches, her head snapping to Arthur. [b]’Shit this is bad.’[/b] “Arthur,” she says softly. She swallows. “I’m sorry, Arthur. You deserve better.” She lifts her hand to touch his, but she thinks better of it.

Ivy leans casually against her bike, and she puts two fingers in her mouth. She whistles sharply, and people begin to slink out of the shadows. She smirks mischievously. “Did ya miss me?” At that, crowds begin to tackle Ivy, but she ends up crowd surfing.