Felicity woke with one hand inside Victor's shirt and the other reaching along the blankets for a child who wasn't there. She could hear Tommy scraping the bottom of a pan. She could hear somebody two rooms over trying to blow his nose without waking the camp. What she couldn't hear, anywhere in the wrecked storefront, was a single small person objecting to the way her brother was breathing.
"Where did you put our cubs?" she asked. Her throat hurt. She had no idea if she'd slept since supper or lost an entire week, and for a dreadful second she couldn't remember which of the horsemen she'd trusted with them.
"In the room behind that green curtain. One of the brothers brought them in after the fighting. They've been within ten feet of your bed since we knew you were staying here." Victor moved his arm to let her sit up. "You'll have a bruise to show them if you're inclined to get an inspection. Frost has done both my hands already."
