I closed my mouth with a soft click. Shook my head. "No. There's no way. Sebasti - " I shook my head again.
"I cannot help you make sense of it if I don't get the rest of your meaning, mon amie," Mason said.
"My great-grandfather's name was Sebastian. I never knew his wife's name. My grandfather's name was Silvere. He married Del - "
"-phine." Mason's head tipped to the side as he stared at me. "But this does not make sense. You are in your younger years."
I bristled. "I'm thirty-two." Instantly felt my cheeks heat as I imagined what that sounded like to a guy who had just admitted to sleeping for the last two hundred odd years.
Mason nodded. "I did not mean to offend. What of your father? Your mother? Are they still alive?"
I swallowed the ache talking about them usually brought m
