At first, I thought I was staring at Tobias as a child, but it doesn’t take me long to realize it is his twin, Thomas. I don't know how I know it, just a strange inkling I get, like no matter what I'd always be able to identify my mates. He would have only been about five years old. We are in what looked like some banquet room before I am thrown into the past memory. A long table ran down the center as his father, who was an imposing man, snarled at Thomas.
Tobias watched in horror as his father grabbed his brother and then him by the back of the neck, dragging them closer to the table that lay in the center of the huge room. Blood spilled over the edges of the table onto the tiled floors. A woman with a crown atop her head glared at them with pursed lips. She reminded me of Tobias, maki
