Damien did not ask permission before lifting her.
One moment Felicity was still standing in the street with her hands clasped together in bright, pleased excitement after the duel ended, and the next Damien had stepped forward and scooped her cleanly into his arms as if the decision had already been made somewhere in his head long before she noticed.
She made a small surprised sound that softened immediately into something more content as she settled against him, her arms sliding naturally around his shoulders while her fox tail flicked once behind her.
"Damien," she murmured, half laughing.
He did not answer her right away. His grip adjusted slightly under her legs and he started walking toward the apartment block without looking back at the others.
Snow Team followed with the loose, unhurried movement of men who had no reason to rush and every reason to remain close.
Marx stretched his arms over his head as they walked and glanced sideways at Ash with a crooked grin.
