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I giggled at that comment. "Yo, don't act like an old timer, you're just 28." Charlie said going back to his game, I could see the red on Spencer's cheek, I'm sure her was surprised. Actually I was surprised to. Spencer always seemed so mature, so I was sure he was at least 35. Spencer cleared his throat before he asked, "H-how so you know that?" Spencer asked. "The nurse told me, but I'm not saying which one." Charlie said not looking away from his game.

Hailey, Charlie assumed, must have gotten the rest of her features from her mother. Charlie wondered why Maddox deemed it unimportant to tell her that tiny detail. Well, teenage sized detail. Hailey looked around fourteen - fifteen years and Maddox was probably in his mid thirties. He must have had Hailey really young. Was he an unwilling parent? Did he find being a parent a burden?

“Most people would.” “I’m not most people,” Charlie said. That earned him a short, quiet chuckle. “How old are you anyway? I heard the rumor that the little princess’s bodyguard was a teenager too, but I didn’t think River Foster was actually that stupid to hire a sixteen-year-old,” the man replied. “Seventeen,” Charlie murmured. “What’s that?” he barked. “Nothing. If you will excuse me, I am not exactly in a chatty mood,” Charlie said.

As though the word required careful handling. "He is four years old," I said. "He is healthy and extraordinarily intelligent and he takes apart small appliances to understand how they work." I held Charlie's gaze and kept my voice level and precise. "And he does not know who his father is. He is happy. He has a full and rich life and he is loved completely. Do not mistake his happiness for an opening." Charlie was very still. The stillness of a man absorbing something that is changing the internal landscape as it lands, rearranging things that cannot be put back where they were.

“You look like you’re about to send someone off to their death.” “Well,” Charlie chuckles, leaning back into his seat. “Aren’t we kind of doing that? We’re running straight into enemy territory without knowing whether or not they’re expecting us.” “Do you intend to die?” Marty counters. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to live to the ripe old age of sixty.” “Why only sixty? Shouldn’t that be at least eighty or ninety?” Charlie asks, cocking a brow. “No fucking way.” Marty growls. “Like hell, I’m ever going to get wrinkles.”

Charlie had gotten used to it, not pursuing further, and continued, “Alas, Jane likes younger men. I’m indeed not a young man anymore.” He precisely hit a nerve. Frank didn’t have time to warn him. “What do you mean by younger men?” Charlie jumped up. “Oh, you finally decided to speak.” He hit another nerve. Frank took a sip of his drink and watched the drama unfold. Zachary’s eyes, tinted with drunkenness, remained cold and intimidating when he was angry. “Who are you calling old?” Charlie didn’t catch on immediately and scratched his head. “No, I didn’t mean you’re old. We’re just older than those youngsters, that’s a fact. What’s there to be angry about?”

He smiles at me and I ruffle his hair. “Hey Charlie, are you ok?” Little Charlie was left on the doorstep of the orphanage when he was a newborn. No one knows his origin, but I suspect he is a shifter of sorts, but not sure which kind. He has a skin condition that we haven’t been able to pinpoint. “Yeah, thank you, Gaia. You saved us all. I wanted to tell you a secret.” He whispered, and I look at him intently. “It’s ok sweetie, I want you all to be safe, loved and happy. What did you want to tell me?” I ask him and he looked at my belly and back at me.

“That… actually sounds like him.” “Right?” she says, grinning wider. “He was such a little menace. Super smart. Super stubborn. And ridiculously dramatic.” Her tone is so easy, so fond, that I feel my shoulders start to relax. Charlie leans back and squints up at the sky. “We met when we were six. He tried to fight me with a stick because I said I didn’t like pears. I won, obviously.” I laugh, and she nudges my leg with hers.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He raised an eyebrow, which only made her laugh even harder. “No, I developed this habit less than two weeks ago, after my high school friends gave me Waffles.” Charlie told him, making a little buggy around the little guy's ears with the tips of his fingers. “ School...?” Morgan muttered inaudibly to himself as that word brought a crucial question to his mind, one that made his stomach clench uncomfortably. "How old are you, Charlie?" "Well…" she just mumbled for a few seconds, annoyed, before finally whispering, almost as if she didn't want him to hear her "Seventeen."