“As you’ve noticed, we don’t need to breathe all that much. We’ll grow weak without blood, and it would be pure torture for our bodies, but going without won’t kill us. The only way you can is if you remove our heads or hearts, light us on fire, or blow us to smithereens. Other than that, though,” I cluck my tongue against my teeth and grin at her, “we’re immortal.” Her brows go up, eyes wide as blue moons. “You mean you’ll live forever?” I lift a shoulder. “That’s what they say.”
