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Jackson stands in front of me, searching my face before relaxing. "Helios has been mopey too. Maybe on our birthday or something, we could convince Clint to let us have a night run," Jackson says lowly as we take the elevator up. Eros- our brother is smart. Yes!! Convince the stand in Alpha. We will be good. Jason- we will see. No more yelling tho. Eros- grrr. Fine TWO YEARS AND 10 MONTHS LATER THE TWINS 18TH BIRTHDAY

Minerva glared at him, earning a chuckle from Marcus. "Besides, I was only eighteen in my previous life. Counting the five years before I was officially born as Marcus and my current age, I was only twenty-seven years old. Yet you refer to me as 'too old'?" "Weren't you? I was only fourteen back in my previous life! If you add my present age, I am currently nineteen years old! Only nineteen years old! I wasn't even at the legal age yet! You scummy old man! You dared to lay your wrinkled hands on little girls! Shameless!"

I would not allow myself be caught off-guard again. “How come nobody’s heard of you since just now?” Percy smirked. “You should come with me to Rome and find out just how well known I am.” “Okay, but why did you leave?” He looked at me incredulously, like I had said something ridiculously stupid. “I was barely eight years old, do you think I packed my bags and just left?” He asked with a chuckle. I was saved from responding to Percy as I pulled over at the sidewalk of my house. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the door, Percy following behind me and the way that he stood so tall above me made a shiver run down my spine.

Percy laughed out loud again. "You seriously have very great humor." She and Percy were the same age, and he was the second child of the Pattinson family. The eldest son, and probably the heir of Pattinson, was the man she hated most. She felt his gaze on her, so she looked at him with sharp eyes. Zachary didn't even blink as he sipped his wine. She faced Percy again and excused herself to go outside.

That was what made it land. For a second, all the half-answers of the last weeks rearranged themselves around that single fact. The girl in the journal. The name he would not speak. The look on his face every time Hector’s decisions edged too close to memory. The discipline. The hatred. The years of building an empire so he would never again have to beg truth out of men richer than grief. “How old?” I asked. “Seventeen.” The answer came at once. Too quickly for rehearsal. That told me he carried the number the way some people carry shrapnel.

Declan's POV “Say it again,” I said, but my voice did not sound like it belonged to me anymore, it sounded like something held together by effort alone, and I stayed seated because standing up felt like it would break the last bit of control I still had over my body. Callum did not hesitate, he just kept speaking like he had already carried this truth for too long to care how it landed, “Hera was twenty two years old,” he said, “and Voss selected her personally.”

When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier. Maybe the pain had been too much. Or maybe, before I died, I really had seen Jace run into the flames. I convinced myself it had all been a dream. But now twenty-eight-year-old Jace was cruelly reminding me— It had all been real. And if that was true, then in this second life, I only wanted the people I loved to stay alive and safe. So I looked at the boy in front of me and gave him a faint smile. "I heard you."

“He’s…..” “How old are you again?” Dianna asked giving Jayler a serious yet expecting look. “I’m….” Jayler was about to answer but I was snappy enough to kick his leg under the table highly hoping that he would immediately get what I’m trying to tell him. “Twenty. I just turned twenty.” Jayler replied which gave me a surge of relief on the inside. “Still quite young.” Dianna slowly redirected his attention to me. “I didn’t know our dear Lancelot’s into twinks now.” She went on before eventually taking a sip of her Margarita.

She seemed less reserved and more youthful. "I feel like I'm a few years younger," Serenity said, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. "You speak as if you're very old. You look very young to me," Jackson said as he stood behind Serenity and looked at her in the mirror. "Come to think of it, you're actually younger than me," Serenity said. Jackson was born in November. They were the same age, but Serenity was born in July and actually a few months older than Jackson.

"Bet you’d make an exception if she asked nicely." Joe laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. I’m too old for high school girls. So, we'll never know." “22? Too old? No such thing. She is already 18. She actually will be 19 in April.” Jerica teased Joe. Jake gave her a knowing look since she was freshly 18 and himself was 21. They were mates so a bit different but good to know she didn't mind the small age gap. Jerica blushed and sat back in her seat. It wasn't unnoticed how her and Jake kept exchanging looks in the rearview mirror though. We pulled into the driveway, the tension around the pack house still palpable. Warriors were stationed near the entrance, and I spotted several patrols heading off i