Sebastian could not help but smile bigger, even with the look of confusion on Casey’s face.
“Um, hi,” Casey said, uncertainly. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but do I know you?”
“How could you? You were so terribly small the night of the fire. I am so glad that you survived that horrible night. My only regret is not finding you and your brother sooner,” the woman said, her voice faltering a little. She then looked Casey over, “Oh, my you look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you. Are you referring to the fire that killed our parents?” Casey asked, confused.
“Yes, I am. You see, I wasn’t in the packhouse the night it burned down in that attack. My twin sister was, so everybody assumed that it was me. I was in a neighboring territory helping deliver quadruplet pups the night of the attack.
