Chapter 63

"Sailing?" After swallowing and taking a sip of juice, I was able to speak. "In what?" I'd sailed across the Atlantic on a clipper ship, but that had been nearly two hundred years ago. Any other experience I had with boats involved private yachts, with big, powerful engines and uniformed stewards.

"It's a little two-man catamaran. If we tip over, the worst that will happen is we get wet, and the water's warm." He took the stool on the other side of me from Christos and accepted the huge stack of waffles Elek handed him.

"So you're triplets." I tried to remember what I knew about lion shifters - the name Leonides was kind of a giveaway. Multiple births were pretty common, I thought. "Who's the oldest?"

"Me."

Somehow I wasn't surprised that it was Theron, the businesslike, responsible one.

"I'm the baby." Christos elbowed me playfully. "By a whole half-hour over Elek. I was born at twelve fifteen a.m., so it was enough to give me my own birthday while those two have to share."

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