Felicity woke when Voss moved his arm. Even asleep he'd been holding himself between her and the street, and the hand he'd had under his hip had gone so thoroughly numb he had to pick it up with the other one. She tucked it between hers until his fingers started working again. Beyond the beds, Ivan was handing his watch over to Kai, who had the decency to wait until the lion had spread his blanket before pointing out the brick under the pillow.
"Did I hurt you?" Voss asked. "I had this awful feeling I'd let you go."
"You've had your thumb in my ear for the better part of an hour. I'd have spoken up eventually." She kissed his knuckles and felt his hand tighten. She knew what was waiting for them outside in the fog. It had made its interest plain enough when it followed the sound of supper. She didn't want to spend the hours they had left facing away from each other in a row of cold beds.
