A Dawn with the Wolf Knight (Married to Magic, #5)

by Elise Kova

“Answer me one question first,” I finally say, before giving my guess. He raises his brows and says nothing. “Do lykin age in the same way as humans?” He hums. “I’m not sure if I should answer that.” “You should, if you don’t want me guessing you’re in your hundreds.” Evander grabs his chest, fingers pressing into the bare skin. “You wound me. Hundreds?” He chuckles, shrugging it off at my smile. “All occupants of Midscape live and die in the same way as humans. None of us are blessed with lifespans greater than your kind. Save for Aurora in her unnatural state.” “Then, I would say you are…twenty-eight.” He grabs his chest again, more sudden, and sways back as though he has been physically struck. “You wound me again. I look so old?” “Twenty-eight is not old.” I laugh from the bottom of my stomach. I’m reminded of a time when I was younger, when I told Grandma that I couldn’t wait to be “old”—and, by old, I meant in my twenties. She howled with laughter to the point that I thought the roof shingles of our hut shook. He grins, recovering from the mock offense. “I’m twenty-three.” “Only a year older than me?” “Is it that surprising?” He looks back out across the grasses. “You seem…older.” “Now you’re making a game of offending me.” “More grizzled than a man of twenty-three.” “You know, you’re not helping the situation.” He glances at me from the corners of his eyes. I try to fight a sly little smile and lose. “Some men would be pleased to hear they come off as mature and sta...