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Oops. “Pardon?”

“Don’t you pardon me. You’re a unicorn.” Cullen stared at him. “Hawk. This is a unicorn.”

Hawk stared at him too. “How do you know?”

Cullen tossed that lavender hair. “Hello? Half fae, I know things, and seeing past bullshit illusions is one of them. You’re a unicorn. What are you doing here? You don’t belong here. You belong where Mother is, wandering around the Land of Summer, tromping around happily and making whinnying noises. You don’t belong out here.” Cullen’s eyes went wide. “What if somebody catches you? That’s awful. We can’t make him go back out.”

“What?” Orion and Hawk managed to say that at exactly the same time.

Cullen stamped his foot. “We can’t let him go back out. If they catch him, they will hurt him, and it’s just bad. Seriously, do you know what a unicorn horn goes for in the illegal market?”

“No,” Hawk said. “Do you?”

“Well no, but?—”

“Do you even have a black market for unicorn horns?” Orion asked. He’d never seen one.

“You know there has to be one. It’s probably on the dark web. Regardless. I’m bringing him in. I. You guys!” Cullen began to just sputter, and Hawk shook his head.

“Look, if you want to take him to your side of the house, you can take him over there, but do not let him around anyone else until we getthingssettled.”

“It’s going to be a long time before we getthingssettled. He’s only just beginning to settle. We’re still in the puking part of?—”

“Shut up.”

Orion blinked some more. Then he tilted his head to look at Hawk. “Your mate is pregnant. Is that your little boy, too?”

Hawk just gave him a stony stare.

“Shit. No wonder you’re freaked. Look, I’m not here to hurt anyone. I came for the beaver, but I’ll stay because the purple deity here wants me to.”

Cullen paused. “Deity?”

“Mmmmhmm.”Sex god.

Cullen’s amethyst eyes went wide, gold flashing around the edges. “I?—”

Hawk sighed. “If you hurt my family, I will personally find out how much your horn goes for on the illegal market. Cullen, he’s all yours.” Hawk slammed the door shut, then stomped off, his whole form vibrating disapproval.

“Whatever shall we do with our time?” Orion purred, scooting closer to Cullen.

“Stop it.” Cullen poked him in the chest. “I didn’t get my burger because of you. I don’t suppose you know how to cook.”

“Sure. You got the stuff for spaghetti and sauce?”

“I do. As long as it’s scratch sauce. I’m out of Prego.”

“I am the king. And I’ll even split some out to make with meat for you, if you want.” Orion bowed, waiting for Cullen to lead the way.

After another moment of hesitation, Cullen turned in the opposite direction that Hawk had gone and took Orion into the house, tromping along hard. Orion grinned. Cullen wanted him to know he was mad. Clomp, clomp, bang, bang.

Adorbs.

He followed, drawn by that straight back, tight ass, and flowing purple hair. God, that was the prettiest thing ever. The green one was hot. The big dragon was intimidating. But Cullen he could just wallow in all day.

“Stop it.” Cullen walked into a kitchen that gleamed with gadgets and clean counters. Oh, good. He was pretty much a neat freak himself.

“Stop what?” Orion asked, opening cabinets.