Briggs stared at her like she had lost her mind. "How old are you really?"
Rina sighed, rolling her shoulders. "Five thousand... maybe more. I stopped counting after a while."
Briggs let out a short laugh, expecting her to crack a joke. When she didn't, his amusement faded. "You're serious?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
Briggs rubbed his temples. "Holy shit." He exhaled sharply. "How the hell is that even possible?"
Rina hesitated, then finally said, "My mom was a witch."
Briggs' expression twisted. "A witch? Like like casting spells and brewing potions?"
Rina smirked. "Something like that." Her voice softened. "She loved me. Too much. And she made sure no one could ever take me from her."
Briggs shook his head, trying to process. "So she made you... immortal?"
Rina's eyes darkened slightly. "Yeah." A long pause. "And then they killed her for it."