But for tonight, she was content to be tangled up in the midst of them, the only woman in the world, with nothing left to do but sleep and dream of sweetness.
Steam had curled into the cold air only an hour earlier. Snow Team had eaten in silence, each man holding warmth in his hands while pretending the world had not almost split open. Felicity had blushed, said thank you, and vanished back into gold.
Now the sweetness was gone only the metallic wind remained.
One day from Vineyard.
Felicity came out of her space first, the seam of warmth and lamplight closing behind her like a door the world had never agreed existed. The air outside bit at her cheeks immediately. Her ears flicked, her breath caught, and she hated that her body still felt soft from the night, heavy in a way that made her too aware of her own skin. Voss followed, shifting fast, wolf to man in a blink that snapped the air, black hair damp at the temples.
