The man stopped just short of the glass. “That’s her,” he breathed, pressing a palm to the pane. “My Emmy.” The girl, still drowsy, stirred faintly but didn’t open her eyes. “Poor baby,” he whispered, glancing at Elena. “Has she said anything?” “Not yet,” Elena replied, trying to sound clinical. “She’s still under observation.”
Valorian moved closer to the glass, positioning himself directly between the man and the sleeping child. His lips twitched once, revealing the white edge of teeth. The detective noticed, brow furrowing. “He doesn’t seem to like you,” he said lightly. “I’m not much of a dog person,” the man replied, smiling too fast.