The Deadly One
Cassidy arched her brow, the corner of her lips turning upwards.
"Yes, he is my son. The oldest at twenty-five, Ethan is eighteen, and Poppy here is fifteen, but You've met her already. She hasn't stopped gushing over the fact that she got to meet you since she visited last month."
"Mommmm." Poppy groaned, her cheeks turning pink.
"Oh, sorry, sweetie, did I embarrass you?" She laughed. I gave Poppy a little nudge and then a wink earning a smile in return.
"Okay, not to sound rude or anything. But how old are you? Do werewolves not age or something because you look like your my age, and I'm twenty-six." Tyler and Cassidy let out a laugh.
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