“You’ve been alive since the 1500s?”
Piers winked. “Alive is such a strange word, isn’t it?” he teased. I flushed, immediately feeling silly for having used it. “Gilbert and I were born in 1489. We died in 1515. The Battle of Marignano, in fact. You could say we’ve been around for quite some time!”
I blinked. For some reason, I’d assumed they have to be killed by vampires in order to turn, but then again, what did I know? Ten days ago, I was certain everything my aunt had told me growing up was just another story. Now I was sitting on a plane with a witch, a wolf shifter, and a pair of vampires. If anything, I was the odd one out.
“A battle? Were you soldiers?”
“Of a sort,” Piers said, clearly enthused to have an audience. “We didn’t come from the sort of situation where we could say n
