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 to meet my gaze. “Nevertheless, since you’ve asked, I’ll tell you. My parents are both a thousand years old, Derick is six hundred years old, and Greg is just four hundred years old, he’s basically a baby,” I continued. “You call someone who’s four hundred years old a baby!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Yes, Macy, Greg is only a baby.” Macy shook her head at me,
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