Damien knew Felicity was awake before she opened her eyes. For two nights he'd held her hand, but this time she'd reached back and taken hold of his. "If you can hear me, sweetheart, your wolf husband's on your other side. He's been about as much use as a door that growls, and I'd appreciate somebody else talking to him."
"I heard that," Voss said, and she opened her eyes to the sight of the three faces she'd been trying to find. Victor tipped a cup to her lips. Her first swallow hurt enough to make her eyes water. The second tasted of the little spoonful of honey he'd stirred in.
"It took Byron," she managed. "Something on the other side of the fog was testing what would happen to the team if it took me out of it. I heard it in my sleep. It said it wanted to measure me again."
