Catskill whirled around. Artemis was leaning against a wall, a coil of rope around her neck, glaring at Catskill and Trace like they were some kind of disgusting scum. Catskill flattened her ears, and if her heart had been beating, she was sure it would’ve beat its way right out of her chest. Words failed her. She simply charged Artemis with no plan except to rip her to shreds.