Elisha tilted his head to one side, and while he tried not to manipulate Hadyn, and tried not to issue orders, there was more than a little of the Machiavellian intelligence officer who'd swiped a dozen spies from David in a month's time in his expression. More than a little of the man who let Alexander be king as long as he was useful, and then got rid of him.

"Don't you think I can make that decision?" He asked, trailing his fingers over Hadyn's cheek. "And do you really think you don't deserve to be happy?"