“I don’t know. I’m not sure. He looks like he’s about thirty. So, maybe I’d say he was…” Gods, convincing the words to come out of my mouth was impossible. This was madness. “Go on,” Everlayne prompted. “I don’t know, eighteen hundred years old?” “Not bad. He’s one thousand seven hundred and thirty years old.” “One thousand seven hundred and thirty-three,” came a deep voice.
