Page 65 of House of Kallan
He smirked, pulled me to his side, and kissed me. “They do. They have two—Tyrus and Viggo.”
“Ah,” I said. “I knew that, actually.”
“Viggo’s nest is on the roof, though,” Cobalt said, and Ireflexively looked up. “I think Iker has a den somewhere on the property too, though I’m not sure where.”
Hadrian stepped out the back door and sighed. There were three piles of folding tables and an entire pallet of chairs. “Would have been nice if these were already set up,” he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist.
“It’s fine,” Cobalt said. “Bellamy will be here any minute and I’m told he has an entire blueprint of how he wants the backyard.”
“I do.” I looked up at the backdoor in time to see a man step outside with a large, rolled-up piece of paper in his hand. He wore short black shorts and a white crop top tee. There was something soft about him, even though his features were all masculine. The white of his shirt made me note how smooth, blemish-free, and bronzed his skin was.
He had a mop of black curly hair on top of his head that was slightly messy, a patch of scruff on his chin, and very dark eyes framed by thick lashes and perfectly manicured brows. There was a small scar on one of his cheeks that looked suspiciously like he’d burnt himself with a curling iron. Though I didn’t think his hair was long enough for that.
“Hey Bellamy,” Cobalt said with a smile. “You manage to make the rest of your pack stay home?”
Bellamy gave him a smug smirk. “No. They think they’ve convinced me that they’re all home, but I’m betting that Edison and Kormak are down the road at that café and Miller is going to be driving circles in the neighborhood enough times that the neighbors are going to call the cops on him for his suspicious behavior.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. Actually, that’s kind of cute.
“This is Tatum,” Hadrian introduced. “Tatum, Bellamy.”
Bellamy gave me a beaming grin and a wave. Then he held up the rolled paper. “Okay. Let’s get a table over here and I’ll show you what we need to do.”
Cobalt pulled one table off the pile and set it up in front ofBellamy. We gathered around as he unrolled the paper, clipping it at the corners so that it wouldn’t roll shut. He pointed out the layout and how the decorations should be set up.
“No balloons,” Cobalt noted.
Bellamy looked at him with hooded eyes. “They’re bad for the environment. You better not have snuck some in.”
Cobalt raised his hands, grinning. “Not a chance.”
Though I wasn’t sure Bellamy was quite convinced, he gave Cobalt a single nod. “Good. Let’s get the tables and chairs going. That’s probably going to be the relatively quick part.”
He wasn’t wrong. It took us no time to pull the tales down and set them up in the configuration that Bellamy had predetermined. Since we didn’t have to make decisions about the setup, the process was relatively quick and smooth.
We had just finished adding the chairs to the tables when I heard my name and turned to find Tyrus standing on the back deck with his hands in his pockets.
“Are you supposed to be here?” I asked.
He shook his head, giving me a sly smile. “No. But I’m bored. They wouldn’t let me go to Haven today until it’s time to pick Bael up.”
“I thought you were hanging with Adlai and Raleigh,” Cobalt said.
“I was,” he said, sighing. Leaving the deck, he joined me as I straightened out a tablecloth. “I might have slipped away in the shadows.”
I laughed. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
He shrugged.
“Too excited?” I asked.
Tyrus sighed and nodded. “Yeah.” He looked back at the house but followed me when I grabbed another tablecloth and moved to a second table. “The nursery is finished.” I looked up as he was studying me. “Want to see it?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. I’d love to.”
He gave me a beaming smile. When I was finished with thetable I was working on, I followed him inside. We moved quietly and with a single purpose to the second floor. The only rooms he told me about were the one at the end of the hall that was their room together and then a black door he said was his room. Across from the room, he pushed open a door to reveal a nursery.
There was your typical furniture—crib, dresser, chair, shelves, changing station. On one wall was a large print of a unicorn. Not the fairy tale unicorns, but a monstrous unicorn. “That’s beautiful,” I told him, pointing to it.
