44.1 Alexandros protected me and Claudia from the watchful eyes of the mortals. Even I was getting better at blending in again under his tutelage. Alexandros seemed a master of their world. Not just that he still was a mortal, he had an eye for details understood the subtle whims of the modern humans. Still he missed the real danger, when an immortal came calling.

40.1 Years passed in an uncomfortable pace. I tried to be aware of how I spent my days and before sleeping I’d try to remember my past. Claudia claimed she didn’t worry about lost memories. She said she’d only forgotten the bad parts, but Claudia had started to loose her memories to old age even before she became an immortal.

35.1 She was dead, for days this was my constant thought. Some days “she” meant Octavia, other days I was thinking of Fabia. It felt easier to mourn my losses than to consider that I’d slept for so long. A hundred years, that was longer than a person lived.