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.
