She caught each husband's eye in turn, her fingers brushing Victor's wrist in the silent signal they'd developed for when she needed them alone. "Could we have a moment?" she asked softly, the question carrying weight beyond its simple words.
Voss's amber eyes locked onto hers. There was no teasing in them. No restraint softened by distance.
"When you let me lift you," he said, "I feel like I've won something."
Her breath caught.
"Like I get to be the one between you and everything that wants to take," he continued.
Her heart fluttered hard enough she was sure they could hear it.
Damien's fingers brushed lightly against her shoulder, slow and deliberate, not possessive in movement but in intention. "You are not a burden. You are the only thing worth burdening ourselves for."
The intensity in his tone sent heat down her spine.
Ivan's silver gaze held her steady. "You being in my arms makes me calmer."
