Felicity sat on the edge of the tarp nest they had built in the centre of the car park, knees drawn in, tail curled loosely around her legs.
Gone was the old habit of hunching.
Now, she leaned back instead.
Because she knew, without looking, that Victor was there. Solid as a wall behind her, one knee bent, forearm resting close enough that if she shifted an inch, she would feel him. On her other side, Voss stood, half-turned toward the open ramp, broad back facing the world, presence heavy and unmissable. Damien paced in a slow, controlled orbit, never far, eyes tracking movement the way other people tracked weather patterns.
Safety was no longer a concept.
It was geography.
Felicity rolled the chipped marble between her fingers. The glassy surface had grown warm over the last hour, faintly glowing at her touch. Luna's gift. She rubbed her thumb over the crack that ran through the centre like a frozen lightning vein.
