The next morning, Felicity found Voss trying to wake up the hand she'd slept on. He'd given her his arm for a pillow after they'd come down from the roof. He was in the Vineyard kitchen now, trying to butter toast one-handed while Victor pretended to read the duty list upside down.
"You could've asked me to move," she told him, taking the knife from his fingers. "I hadn't driven a nail through your wrist."
"You wrapped your tail around my wrist. I'd just got comfortable, sweetheart, and every time I tried to move, you made this little noise like a drain coming unclogged." To demonstrate, he made a noise so filthy she nearly dropped the knife. Feeling had clearly returned to everything that mattered. Whatever the men had planned in the training yard, she had a feeling she'd want her strength later.
