“I like Harper better,” I tell him. He looks confused, and I can feel confusion through the bond.
“You’re not mad?”
I shake my head; how can I be mad at something he did before he met me? Not only that, if my parents were drug addicts and criminals, chances are, I would have ended up in foster care anyway.
“No, chances are I still would have ended up in foster care anyway,” I tell him.
“You’re not mad at all?” he asks again, shocked by my reaction.
“No. I’m a little shocked, but I didn’t know them to miss them. And besides, I have been on my own all my life. I have no family, never had one, so it’s a bit hard to miss something I never had, right?” I tell him.
“We are your family, and you can share mine if you want them,” Thaddeus chuckles, pulling me back down on him and kissing the top of my head.
“Dinner is ready,” Orion sings out from downstairs.
I sit up again. “Good, I am starving,” I tell Thaddeus, peck his lips and hop off of him.
Thaddeus and I walk downstairs and discover Orion and Ryland have made tacos. Sitting at the table, I help myself, and Orion hands me a glass of Coke. As I bite into the taco, my belly starts rumbling embarrassingly loud.
“Good?” Ryland asks, and I nod.
“You need to remind us if you’re hungry, Evelyn. Thaddeus, and I don’t eat as much as you do. And Ryland hunts when he shifts, so forgets to eat real food.” Orion explains, but I just nod again, enjoying my food.
Thaddeus is still watching me when I remember I wanted to ask how old they are. I quickly take a sip of my drink to drown the bite of food and ask. “How old are you?”
Orion chuckles, “I am surprised you haven’t asked already. Honestly, I wonder if it will weird you out,” he says, biting into his taco. I shake my head, not really caring, but also curious.
“I am a hundred and one, but I stopped aging at thirty,” Thaddeus answers, which isn’t as old as I thought he would say.
Then, I look at Ryland and he answers without me asking. “A hundred and seventy-two.”
I snicker; that is old, considering he looks older than Thaddeus.
“What age did you stop aging?”
“Thirty-five,” he answers, and I nod.
As I look at Orion, he snickers and shakes his head. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I can’t remember exactly; I only know the century.”
“Century?” I squeak. Exactly how old is he if he can’t remember?
“Time wasn’t as easy to mark back then. I was born in the fourteen hundreds and changed when I was… I think, twenty-seven.”
I choke on my taco at his answer. “So, you’re like 700 years old?” My eyes widen as the words leave me.
“I think so; maybe a little less,” he says, and I sip my Coke, trying to wash down the taco that nearly choked me to death.
“What was that like?”
Orion chuckles. “Definitely different than now: no electricity, everything by horse and carriage, kings and queens.” I nod, trying to imagine what it would have been like back then to live. “Do our ages bother you?”
“No, but it would have been handy to know you in school. I sucked at history and geography; you would have been handy back then.” I laugh, and Orion nods.
“That’s one way to look at it,” he states.
I finish my taco when Thaddeus passes me one of his. “Does food taste the same to you guys?”
“Yes and no. Some things taste the same, but everything tastes bland to me except blood,” Orion responds.
“Tastes the same to me, but I was born, not changed, and same for Ryland, so I can’t really compare,” Thaddeus answers.
When we finish eating, we end up watching TV. Everything is fine until Ryland suddenly gets up. “Where are you going?” I ask, as he walks past the couch where I am lying with Orion.
“To go for a run,” he says, bending over and kissing me. When I instantly hop up, he raises a suspicious eyebrow at me. “What are you doing? It’s a little chilly outside.”
“I want to see you turn into a fluffy poodle.”
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