Voss's fingers traced her jawline possessively before he joined the others. "Take care of our girl, Exile," he called over his shoulder.
Exile appeared at her side almost immediately, his gentle presence a stark contrast to Voss's dominating energy. He carried a tray of small, bite-sized snacks and a glass of cool water.
"You need to replenish your strength," he said softly, kneeling beside her chair. His eyes held nothing but tender care as he offered her a small morsel of cheese. "They were quite... thorough with you."
Felicity's cheeks heated at his knowing tone, but she gratefully accepted the food, suddenly aware of her hunger. As she ate, her eyes drifted to the training grounds where her four husbands had begun their daily exercises. Victor's massive axe cleaved through the air while Damien's daggers flashed like quicksilver. Voss moved with lethal grace, his body a weapon unto itself, and Lucan's enormous frame belied his surprising speed.
