Felicity drifted out of the seam of her space still wrapped in Damien's warmth, his coils loose but present around her as if even sleep had not convinced his body to release her.
She was unconscious to the transition.
He was not.
When they emerged back into the dim quiet of the abandoned school, Damien lifted his head slightly. The other three were already aware. Victor, Ivan, and Voss did not question it. They simply watched as he uncoiled with slow reluctance, pressing a brief kiss to Felicity's forehead before withdrawing.
"I love you," he murmured softly, not for her to hear, but because the words needed somewhere to go.
He moved toward the doorway where the team's space met hers and found Sarge standing there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Damien's pupils narrowed.
A quiet hiss slipped from him, low and deliberate, before his mouth curved into something that was not quite a smile.
The scent of Felicity clung to him unmistakably. Close. Intimate. His.
