They stood near Felicity now, and Felicity, still confused and overwhelmed by the emotional whiplash, instinctively drifted toward them.
She pouted slightly as she pressed closer to Voss's side, one hand curling around his forearm, eyes big and plaintive.
"They bullied me," she said softly, voice full of wounded confusion.
Damien's mouth curved. "You liked it."
Felicity's head snapped toward him, scandalized. "Damien."
Victor's voice was calm and merciless. "Yeah. You asked."
Felicity's cheeks went bright red.
She made a small sound of pure embarrassment and immediately tried to hide, turning and pressing her face into Voss's chest like Voss was a wall she could vanish into.
"Save meeee," she whined, muffled against 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."
Felicity's blush deepened.
