Seeing Elowen hesitate to answer, Dylan narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold. "If you can manage to do that, I’ll go with you to see your mother whenever you need. But if you can't..."

"I can, I can!" Elowen said eagerly, standing up and pressing her hands down on the back of his hand as if afraid he’d change his mind.

Dylan’s gaze shifted to her small, soft hands on his. The touch stirred up a memory he’d rather forget. Afraid that this little girl might get overly ...