Damien's POV
Sister? I wondered. I knew I was adopted, but I had never tried looking for my biological parents. I remembered my father, in one of his drunken rants, talking about taking me in for the stipend from the kingdom that was set aside for orphans. And since I had been an infant, the money had been good until I grew up and he started resenting me.
"I can tell you are confused," she noted. She called over the bartender, ordering her own drink this time.
"Yes, because my mother has never spoken about me having a sister," I said, trying to play it dumb. Maybe she was just pulling my leg.
"Mnnh, I understand your skepticism. I was there too," she added, smiling at me in the process.
"So for starters, I know that you are a Pandia wolf," she started. Only three people knew of my s
