The Supreme reached for Felicity, and Victor came in under his raised arm. The blow he put into the man's ribs lifted his boots clear of the training mat. His second caught the jaw Ivan had already hit. Felicity heard something crack, but she had a way through to Voss and took it. By the time the Supreme hit the pillar, she was on her knees, moving a chip of stone away from her husband's mouth so he had room to breathe.
He wasn't doing much of that. One little breath passed over the backs of her fingers, then another a long time later. Damien knelt at his head. She had spent too many nights with one ear against Voss's chest to mistake the gap between those breaths for sleep, even without that awful blank place where she'd always felt him.
"Could you keep his head still for me?" she asked. "I need my hands free, sweetheart, and I don't want him moved until I know where the hurt is."
