Emma, however, cooed in appreciation and dribbled milky baby spit. Augmented as his street samurai reflexes were, Elvis managed to hold her in one massive hand while he gently caught the spit on her I Love Trolls bib and patted her lips before it hit him in the face. She was dressed in a frilly tourmaline jumper with white booties that Archangel had purchased for her. Emma’s elven ears came to delicate points, her fine dark hair parting on either side of them.