Why could I not kill my brothers murderer? All the evidence was spread out in front of me, my hands around her throat. And yet, I could not bring myself to do it. What was wrong with me? Was it a spell? Was she some sort of powerful witch? Every fiber of my being wanted to avenge my brother. He was my twin and the person I was most connected to. His body lay lifeless on the floor. None of this was making any sense. Why was he here? Why take his life? Why keep his lifeless body around? My mind was a minefield of questions, but the biggest one of all was why I could not bring myself to kill this woman? Who was she? What was she?