Kaden simply glanced at her. His face and gaze implied nothing. There was only a slight glimmer of amusement. He tilted his head and stared into her clear eyes, where he could see his own reflection within them.
"And if I am immortal?" Kaden shot back.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Lina seethed.
Kaden let out a soft laugh. So, she was still hurt by memories. Memories that she spun herself, lies that she uttered to comfort herself, and moments she refused to hear his explanation.
Kaden shook his head at her insolence, his jaw clenching.
"How is it possible?" Lina suddenly asked. "You've lived for hundreds of years, outliving even Pure-Blood vampires, yet you've managed to make yourself the infamous Young Master of House DeHaven."
Kaden raised a brow. "And don't you find it humorous that no matter what life you live, you're always born into a wealthy family?"
Lina was taken aback. "You knew me from my past lives beside my first one?"
