Evie open her mouth to let Lucius know just what she though about everything he had supposedly done for her, only to find that no sound would leave her lips. Her hand flew to her throat and she turned to the witch glaring daggers at the man. She wanted to throw something heavy at him but restrained herself, figuring Ambrose would not be happy with one of his objects getting broken.
Needing to calm herself down, she moved away from the group and turned to look out the nearby window. The weather just seemed to be getting worse, with the hail now turning into snow that was impossible to see through. She hoped it would stop soon so everyone could go their separate ways. The longer they were stuck together, the more likely it was that at least one of the group would be maimed at the very least