“Hey. Watch the tail, old scratch,” I jibed, remembering that weird old book of my grandma’s again. Edin really did look like the devil in it. Looking over his shoulder, he bared his fangs at me in what I assume was the monster version of a scowl. “I’m not that old.” I mean, he didn’t look old, but it was kind of impossible to judge his age by human standards. “How old are you?” He huffed. “Only around five and a half thousand or so.”
