CHAPTER SEVEN
My eyes widened. “How long do you guys live?”
A bittersweet smile slipped onto his lips as he continued to look away from me. “Would you believe I am two thousand years old?”
My lower jaw hit the pool of water beneath me, and when I could find my voice it came out in a squeak. “You. . .you’re. . .that old? Are you sure?”
He chuckled. “I may be off by a century either way, but yes, I’m sure.” He turned to face me and his good humor faltered. “I felt the urge for a bride come to me a fortnight ago and sought the assistance of my ‘acquaintances’ to acquire a bride.”
I shook off my shock as many questions bounced around in my head. “But why did you have to go to another world for a bride? What’s wrong with the women in this one?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid I c
