The conversation continued while they also watched hospital personnel come and go. There had been no word yet about their friend.
"I take it the box lends you a form of immortality," Ben said. "You certainly look good for being several centuries old."
She sent him a small smile of thanks and explained what she had already told David.
Wesley tore tiny pieces off her now empty cup with her red-lacquered fingernails, dropping the debris heedlessly into her lap. "Have some of them have kept you out for a while?"
Anissa nodded. "A few. For example, one older man wished me to be his mistress for the remainder of his life. It was about eight or nine years, I think."
She felt rather than heard David's growl, the low rumble that vibrated through his body, but she ignored him and continued. "Ot
