“I do think of her as my sister, but I guess she’s kind of my niece?” My eyebrows shot into my hairline. “What the fuck?” “Katalin was turned closer to the mid fifteenth century. When my father was turned, he left behind a wife and a son. His first son, my brother, went on to live a perfectly normal human life. Met and married a woman, they had children. Their children had children and so on until Katalin.” Torin waves a hand absently. “I don’t know how many generations down she went, but my father met her in Egypt around the time of her twenty-fifth birthday, realized the relation and turned
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