Winter nods. “You care about her a lot, don’t you? And just the thought of her possibly getting hurt, even though you know she could perfectly handle herself, makes you see red. Especially when it’s by someone you considered a friend, someone you trusted. But, please just take a breath, and think about Devon’s position. He’s not used to people like Max, and for her just to pop in and upset his friends, well, it makes him see red. So, maybe you could both put it behind you and compromise,” her voice is soothing and quiet.
“Onward, my good fellow!” Ivy points a fist towards the large iron wrought gates.