Felicity sat on the edge of the tarp nest they had built in the center of the car park, knees drawn in, tail curled loosely around her legs.
She did not hunch anymore.
She leaned back.
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 in response to her touch. Luna's gift. She rubbed her thumb over the crack that ran through the center like a frozen lightning vein.
