They stood near Felicity now, and Felicity, still confused and overwhelmed by the emotional whiplash, instinctively drifted toward them.
She pouted, then pressed closer to Voss, her hand curling around his forearm as her wide, plaintive eyes searched his face.
"They bullied me," she said, voice full of wounded confusion.
Damien's mouth curved. "You liked it."
Felicity's head snapped toward him, scandalised. "Damien."
Victor's voice was calm and merciless. "Yeah. You asked."
Felicity's cheeks went bright red, her embarrassment blooming quickly, and the playful banter shifted her confusion into self-consciousness.
She made a small, embarrassed sound and turned, hiding her face in Voss's chest as if to disappear.
"Save meeee," she whined into him.
Voss's arm came around her without thinking, holding her close with that quiet solidity that always steadied her.
Ivan leaned in slightly, voice soft but amused. "Poor little sun."
