Winn, trying to salvage control of the situation, strode forward and wrapped his arms lightly around his sister, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to her temple. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his eyes searching hers for any sign of fragility.
"I feel great," she said, her gaze sliding past him deliberately to Ivy, who tried to stand taller, even while half-hidden.
Sharona's lips twitched into a grin. The scent of blood in the water electrified her. This was the opening she could definitely exploit. And from the way Ivy trembled, Sharona already knew the girl was fragile prey.
"After a seventy-two hour psych hold, I'm good. I just need a bath." Sylvia answered dryly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She masked the shadows under her eyes with a well-rehearsed air of nonchalance.
"Okay," Winn murmured. He held Sylvia gently by the arm, grounding her as he guided her forward. "You should be the first to hear this," he said. "This is Ivy."
