Dante crossed his arms tighter. "No."
Lilith toddled closer and wrapped her arms around his leg. "Go, Daddy. Wiwwy go. Bwudders go. All go. To mou'ains."
Sable dropped to his knees beside her, his silver eyes wide and pleading. "See, Dad? Even Lilith wants to go."
Lilith nodded so hard her black curls bounced everywhere. "Wan see snow. Wan see big wocks."
"Rocks," Lucien corrected gently from where he stood by the door, his red eyes calm but hopeful.
"Wocks," Lilith agreed, pointing at Lucien as if to say that's what I said.
Dante looked down at his daughter. Her lower lip trembled in that dangerous way that always meant tears were coming, and her crimson eyes, so like his own, were filling with determination.
"Lilith, you're too small for the mountains."
She held up two fingers proudly, wiggling them in his face. "Am big two. See? Two. Big two."
Sable grinned. "She makes a compelling argument, Dad."
