“Start, Ivy.” He exhales, and a frustration I’ve never seen in him stiffens his shoulders. “Start thinking like a survivor and start listening to Wells. Fuck, by all means, give him shit. God knows it’s about time he met his match, and I’m here for it. I just wanted you to hear it from me because you don’t seem to need to fight me on everything. So, cooperate. Okay? The four of us will do whatever it takes for you. This outing was my little gift, one last hurrah because everything changes when we go back.”
