49.1 I knew that Quintus had burned down our house. I knew that he’d come for me again. The house meant nothing to me. Quintus words, that I had no love in my life, did. I’d miss the lyre that he’d broken, but I hadn’t played in years as it were. I hadn’t thought about what I wanted from life in a long time. The last few years had just happened to me, without direction days and years just passed.

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.