Page 48

Although it hadn’t messed up Cosmo.

Maybe he wasn’t getting enough meat in his diet. Having Orion, it really did cut down on the whole meat-eating part of his world. He just didn’t really want it anymore, which was weird, but okay, he could live with that.

Veggie bacon was a thing.

He glanced back down at his fuzzy hands and shook his head. Whatever it was that was going on here, he didn’t approve.

Orion walked in, Elliot on his hip, and frowned. “Why are you being a werewolf?”

“I don’t know. Hey, Elliot.”

“Cunkle.” Elliot waved to him, little hand opening and closing.

“What are you guys doing?” He was being fuzzy.

“Me no like baby.”

“You don’t like the baby? Emily is a pretty little girl, you know.”

“No.”

“No, you don’t know? Or no, she’s not pretty?”

“No, her not pretty. I’m pretty. I’m the baby.” Elliot pouted.

“Oh, I see.” Cullen really didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that. He knew it was normal, but on the other hand, he’d never known not having siblings, so he didn’t have any idea what the appropriate thing to say was. ‘Sorry kid, life sucks’?

Orion kind of stared at him a little bit. “Love? Mate?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re forming thunderclouds. If it rains, is it going to be real water or illusory water?”

“It’s—What does it matter? If it looks wet, and you think it’s wet, then that means it’s probably wet, right?”

Orion stared at him. “I was more thinking of like damage.”

“I imagine that it’s—” Cullen blew out a frustrated breath. “You know what? I’m going to go see my mom. Do you want to go see Mhormia, Elliot?”

“Mormy.” Elliot lunged at him, and he caught the little one, laughing at Orion’s surprised expression. He was still getting used to living with kids.

“Yep. Maybe she can make me feel less hairy, huh?”

“Haiwy.” Elliot was tugging at his hands, the little nutburger.

Mmm. Nutburger. He could go for a veggie burger.

“Are you coming?”

“What? Excuse me, what?” Orion actually looked a little bit like he’d been shot with Cupid’s arrow or something.

As soon as he thought that about ten thousand little heart-shaped arrows went flying. Fortunately, the ends of them were all suction cups and they were illusion, so they didn’t actually pierce anything.

“Well, that’s cute.”

Oh, that pissed him off. He wasn’t trying to be difficult, dammit. “I’m freaking adorable. Are you coming?”

“Can I?”