“In a fairly short generation, then,” Hades said with a hum. “I’m not sure where we would keep him in that event. Though at that size, I suppose he would be keeping us instead.” Hades ran his hands through Aza’s fur, marveling at the softness. He coaxed him to lay on his side to even the weight out somewhat.

Prometheus didn’t take the bait about an agemate. Did he have to do all the dramatic reveals all by himself around here?

“Since I have so few secrets left,” he lied. “I have a great-grandsire who is only about twenty years old now. Though I think he’s stationed overseas.”