“Anya,” I began. “I believe I was the one who found you that night. Around twenty-five years ago, I rescued an infant from a home near the stadium and brought the baby to a fire station.” She shuddered with a gasp, and her eyes bulged wide. “It was you?” Her voice was just above a whisper. “How? You don’t look much older than me. You can’t be even thirty.” I grunted. “That’s because shifters age more slowly. We don’t gauge our ages the same way as humans, but in your world, I’d be forty-three.” Her eyes appeared dazed, unfocused. She blinked a few times and then stared at me. “You saved me
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