"EIGHT HUNDRED YEARS?" Mailah's voice came out slightly strangled. "But you look like you're barely thirty."
"One of the perks," Soren said with evident amusement. "We age rather differently than humans. I suppose by your standards, I'm still considered quite young."
The revelation sent her mind spinning. She had known intellectually that she was dealing with supernatural beings, but hearing it stated so matter-of-factly made it feel suddenly, viscerally real.
"What about Grayson?" she found herself asking. "How old is he?"
Soren's expression grew more thoughtful. "That's a question you should ask him yourself, when you're both recovered. But I will say that incubi tend to have very long lifespans—centuries, sometimes millennia."
The thought of Grayson having lived for centuries, of all the experiences and relationships he must have had before her, sent an unexpected pang of something that might have been jealousy through her chest.
