She looked so serious with her question right now. I held back my laughter and made sure to keep a straight face so my mate wouldn’t realize I was teasing her.

“Well, you could say I’m over seven hundred years old.”

“What! Really? You’re that old?” she asked, her eyes wide and lips parted.

“Hmm, I am,” I answered, still maintaining a straight face.

Macy murmured something incoherent under her breath that I couldn’t hear.

“So, how old is Derick, your parents, and, um, Greg too?”

“Macy, the only person you should be concerned about is me, no one else,” I said as I held her chin, lifting her head...