Conlan, who’d been running around the tables in a circle, sighted Robert and went into a crouch. Robert raised his eyebrows and took a step forward. The shift was instant. One second normal—well, mostly normal—human child, the next an oversized black lion cub. Robert’s jaw hung open. He actually did a double take. I didn’t blame him. Conlan made an adorable lion cub. At least he hadn’t gone into warrior form again. “Congratulations,” Robert finally managed. “Thank you,” Curran said, his face nonchalant, as if nothing notable were happening. My son shrugged the shreds of his clothes off himself
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