“I’m kind of sad I didn’t get the same welcome,” quipped Delano.
Laughing under my breath, I turned to the pale-haired wolven. “Might
be a wee bit suspicious if I know every single one of you.”
“I know.” Delano came forward. “I just wanted to complain.”
I took hold of his arm. “It is good to see you.”
Wintry blue eyes met mine. “I was worried we wouldn’t…” He forced a
smile. “You good?”
Yanking the younger wolven in for a hug, I cupped the back of his head.
“I’m good.”
“Oh, fuck,” Elijah muttered. “You’re going to make him an even bigger
marshmallow.”
“Marshmallow?” I repeated, pulling back.
Delano rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he says I’m like a marshmallow, all
gooey and soft on the inside.”
“Am I wrong?” Elijah threw up his hands.
“You’re going to realize just how not soft I am when I knock your ass
through that stone wall,” Delano warned, pointing at said wall.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Elijah chuckled, motioning us to follow him to
one of the closed wooden doors. “Wanna know why? You’d be all kinds of
sad afterward for hurting me.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Delano muttered, but he did so as he
grinned.”