"Uhh…" Her tail puffed to twice its size. "Umm, I uhh…"
She made a sound like a kettle reaching a boil, shoved the mug fully into his hands, and bolted. She fled across the camp with her fluffy tail streaming behind her like a distress signal.
Sarge stood there. Coffee in hand, the ghost of her skin was still imprinted on his fingers.
His brain caught up approximately four seconds too late.
Oh no.
A sharp crack to the back of his skull snapped his head forward. Coffee sloshed over his knuckles.
Lucan appeared beside him, because of course he did, the man moved like smoke and malice combined, his expression flat, his gaze tracking Felicity's retreat with the focus of a predator watching something precious flee in the wrong direction.
"Get it together." Damien's jaw was tight enough to fracture stone. One hand still raised from the strike, the other curled into a fist at his side. "You scare her like that again, and I'll bury you where no one finds the pieces."
