Three hours later, Skater stood in the doorway of the room where Emma lay sleeping, quietly watching the child. Her features were so much like Larisa’s it hurt. Her hair was black, like his, and so fine he could see through it, but her doe-shaped eyes were Larisa’s. She slept on her back, one pink-fingered hand knuckled up to her mouth. Her pointed ears looked longer than most elves’ and were plastered against her head, running toward the crown. Elvis had fed and changed her only minutes ago, then dressed her in the yellow sleeper she wore now.