Ivy exhales in relief, resting her forehead on the bars. “Thank the gods. Are you okay? Anything I need to check once we get out of this hellhole?”
Winter curls by the bars, her body still shaking as she starts to hyperventilate. “I never even got the chance to love you,” she whispers then something in her changes. “I’m not letting you go. Not like this.” She gets to her feet. “Everyone say their names. I’ll start. Winter.”