"What are your vampire skills?" Lilia asked quietly, taking a slow sip of her tea. The calm breeze pushed some strands of her hair backward.
Zethan didn't answer immediately. A smirk played on his lips.
"Oh sweetheart, I have lots of skills. Which one are you curious about specifically?" he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh please, this is no time to be that proud, shameless man," she replied, her smile breaking through even though she tried to hide it. Her inner cheeks puffed slightly, betraying her amusement.
She continued, "You mentioned you're a pure-blood vampire back at home… I'm guessing you've lived for a century and—"
"That's true. I have," he nodded.
Lilia stilled.
It hit her then—after all these months with Zethan, she had never asked him this. Or had she? She couldn't quite remember.
"How old are you?" she asked softly.
