Macon Forrester
It was easy to pass the time when you were someone that had been alive for centuries. I hadn't had to think about aging, or time, or the past. Being around Serena made me do that though. There were a million stories that I wanted to tell Serena. And I wanted was to be with her for as long as the Goddess would allow. Now that we were mates, I would age with her. But I had a past that was difficult to talk about. I had no idea how she would handle it. Still, I wanted to tell her whatever she would listen to and I was happy she'd agreed to listen to me at all.
I went down stairs and got us snacks, anything with sugar to keep her from falling asleep. Then we sat on the bed, cross-legged, and I told her about my past. Anything that she wanted to know. Unless, of course, I was
