Fiona’s POV.
An hour and a half later we were in Savio’s room, my head was in Nino’s lap and my feet were propped up on Kane’s laps.
The last time I was in a position like this I was screaming and fighting against their hold, and now I wanted nothing but to press up against their palms as they gently stroked my skin, Kane’s fingers absently brushed my ankles and Nino was playing with my hair. It was relieving to be draped over them like this surrounded by their scents and their hands all over me.
“So what exactly happened out there?” I ask when Savio steps back into the room, he looks tired, very tired.
They all do.
It’s expected after dealing with a war and then Derek and Neil’s little stunt afterwards. I reach up and touch the spot where the slice was made, it’s gone now, thank the
