❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ — BANNERS, Start A Riot COLD. It's all I feel at Calder's words. Something has sliced a neat wound through the bottom of my stomach, and all my insides have fallen out, leaving only my lonely heart beating, the rest of me empty and exposed to the frigid wind till everything within me turns to ice. "Did you hear me?" Calder demands, like I'm deaf instead of utterly destroyed. "Farrah! Everly! Greer has Everly." I snap back to myself. "Come on." Calder whirls on the black-and-white tom. "My mate is in there!" Ruta sniffs. "Well, I helped."