An immortal warlock finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation. "When you've lived as long as I have you learn to enjoy the little things." The waiter raises an eyebrow, "Well, ma'am, you look very youthful." "Thank you," I reply and run a hand through my freshly cut blonde hair, "I've told I look 25." "You're not?" he said and picked up my empty plate. I let out a small chuckle. "No."