Mummy And Daddy

Eve

Montegue exhaled slowly, as if weighing the consequences of what he was about to allow. "Very well," he said. "But only for a moment. Just long enough to confirm what you feel is true."

"I don't need a moment," I murmured, brushing Elliot's curls from his forehead. "I need him."

They didn't argue again.

A wheelchair was brought in with quiet urgency, sleek and silver, far more elegant than the ones from mortal hospitals. Lucinda tried to guide me toward it, but I shook my head.

"Just give me a second," I said, legs trembling beneath me. "I want to try."

Elliot tightened his grip on me like he was afraid I would slip through his fingers again.

Lucinda held out her arms gently. "Let me carry him for now."

To my surprise, Elliot allowed it. His eyes never left mine.