I tilt my head to the side. “You’re really freaking old, aren’t you?” A sly smile creeps along Des’s face. “I can answer that, but it will cost you.” I don’t need to buy a favor to know the dude must be ancient. I begin backing away from him, heading towards the bathroom. “Raincheck … grandpa.” I only have time to see his grin widen, and then he’s scooping me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “Naughty thing,” he says, smacking my butt. I shriek, then begin to laugh. “No wonder your hair is so white. How many centuries ago did it lose its color?”
