Page 52 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

His words melted my heart, he always seemed to know what to say.

"Do you want me to fix you a plate?" I offered.

Lazily he got up from the bed, pulled on a pair of pants from his closet, and joined me by the table. "What do you have to offer today?"

I lifted lids. "Scrambled eggs, bacon—"

I broke off as he reached for a slice of bacon and began to munch on it. "Yummy."

"You still haven't told me what you usually eat," I said, even though I had a thousand other, more burning questions.

"Once we run out of whatever supplies the servants gathered on Adama, our fare is much more boring, I'm afraid," he teased, still not answering my question.

I put my fists onto my hips. "And what does that mean?"

He grinned. "Mostly rehydrated food, nutrition bars and…" he grinned mischievously, "blood of course."

I slapped his arm, but merriment left me when I remembered a question that had plagued me earlier. "So, explain this aging thing to me ."

"Aging thing?" He discovered the croissants and jelly and munched on what seemed more jelly than croissant.

"You are, what, over three hundred years old?"

He nodded and held out the croissant. "This is good, you should try this."

"Seth." I stared him down.

"What? I don't understand what you're asking me."

I took a deep breath. "You are immortal, right, unless your brothers… kill you."

"Or Behlial," he nodded and took another bite as if this didn't matter at all.

"What does this mean for me? Will I be a shriveled old woman and die hundreds of years before we reach Tartarus?"

"What do your legends say?" He attacked a donut, and I wondered how somebody with such an indulgence toward sweets could not only stay so slim, but muscular and strong.

"My legends say that Charon takes the souls of the dead across the river Styx," I thought out loud. "But I'm not dead. I'm not a soul."

He shrugged. "It's probably only a figure of speech, maybe something got lost in translation."

"Seth," I repeated his name, exasperated.

"Hmm, I wonder what you will look like with gray hair and filled with wrinkles you got from fretting over our children."

"Seth!"

Finally he put half of his donut down and put his hand on my cheek to caress it. "Nayphyllym don't age, just like us, and just like the Tainted."

How was that possible? "They do on Earth," I voiced.

"Not in space. Ishtar is nearly as old as Behlial."

I sank on a chair and grabbed my coffee just to have something in my hand to ground me. "Thousands?"

He retrieved his half eaten donut. "Yep."

At only twenty-four, death had always been only a vague speculation. Something inevitable, but many, many years ahead of me. Still, there had been moments where I had contemplated it. I remembered even thinking about eternal life after I watched one of those highly popular vampire movies, but Seth's revelation was nearly mind blowing. We would never die. We would stay together forever.

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