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Brayden watched him with approval, and he felt brilliant simply because he was eating.
He needed to find out what Brayden would like for the home.
Their home.
Together.
What are you thinking of, dear one?
He blinked up. What I need to make our home comfortable for you. Do you require the same things as Poe did?
What things did Poe want? Brayden watched him with an open, curious expression. He loved that about his mate. He did not judge what Harden said. He listened.
He had many books, things, snacks. His home made itself for them, while Tyr’s—
Brayden nodded. “I saw how the house there changed for Sloan. Your house will do this for me?”
“Our house will, yes.”
“Then we’ll be good. If I need something, I’ll ask the guys up at the guardian house, and they can get it for me. We traveled light in the old world. I never owned much. Except my hoard.”
He tilted his head. “What do you hoard?”
Brayden turned red. “Silver charms. When I was young, they were love tokens or religious medals. When I got older, they were mementos of all the places we traveled.”
“How fascinating.” He, of course, had the bwostfal — all of them. “I cannot wait to hang them all about and admire them.” He would revel in his mate’s hoard. “Do you like rooms like Sloan’s, beneath the ground?”
“I don’t have a preference, although for cold storage of preserved food, it’s good to have it underground. Things stay fresh longer.”
He ate while Brayden explained the concept, filling his belly and simply listening to the rise and fall of Brayden’s voice.
He loved the way Brayden’s eyes danced as he spoke, how his mate’s expression lit up and became so animated.
Brayden was beautiful to him.
Truly his lethean.
Although this stew ran a close second.
Chapter
Eight
Brayden used the foot pump jigsaw at the Rocky Mountain clutch compound to cut the second piece of wood for his frame for his charms.
He would need about three right now. No one had ever asked if he wanted to hang them up and look at them before. Not even Sloan and Riley.
Harden, of course, immediately wanted to see them, clean them, admire them, and display them.
Everything he had was now integrated into the cabin.
One morning he awoke to find a new closet for him, another morning the showering area was double the size.
It was fascinating.
He loved the magic in this world and how it provided what they needed unless they were stubborn and brought it over themselves.
When he stopped the saw to check his lines, he nearly jumped out of his skin, because Zeke, the big, oldest brother alpha from the former Utah clutch was standing right in his line of sight.
