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 curled into the frigid air only an hour earlier. Snow Team ate in silence, each man cupping warmth in his hands, feigning ignorance that the world had nearly fractured. Felicity flushed, thanked them, and disappeared back into gold.
Now the sweetness was gone, only the metallic wind remained.
One day from the 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.
