The thing no one mentioned out loud was the smell.
Not because it was obscene.
Because it was… obvious.
Felicity noticed it first, halfway through sitting up. Her nose twitched before her brain caught up. Her ears warmed instantly.
"Oh," she said faintly.
Victor froze.
Voss inhaled once, then very deliberately looked away. Damien's pupils narrowed before he hissed softly under his breath, more annoyed at himself than anything else.
Around the camp, heads lifted one by one.
Ivan's men went still.
Legend blinked. Marx sniffed the air, frowned, then very deliberately did not look in Felicity's direction. Sam's owl ears flattened before going bright red all the way to the tips.
Sarge pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Tommy, oblivious as ever, squinted around.
"What."
No one answered him.
Felicity's face went fully scarlet.
"I didn't realize it would… linger."
Victor cleared his throat.
"We'll handle it."
Voss was already moving.
