Chapter 1 I was at Jack Borathen's funeral when I saw the young blonde girl watching me as she leaned against a towering gravestone. I noticed the family name etched into the dark marble and shuddered. Conroy. My mother's maiden name. The last name of the grandparents who'd stolen my little sister Ivy from us—wrenched her from our lives when I was just a kid. Mom had blurred the memories of my sister from my mind. In fact, I'd never seen her face in real life. Until now. Elyssa's hand gripped mine painfully tight as they lowered the casket bearing her brother, Jack’s, remains into the ground. Her other brother, Michael, towered in dark silence across from us. My sister—or a girl who looked just like I'd always imagined my sister would look—stood some fifty yards behind him. I stood frozen with indecision. A funeral was a bad time to dash away without a word. Silent tears streamed down Elyssa's face leaving dark trails of eyeliner against her alabaster skin. I looked back to the other girl. Her bright blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a blue dress patterned with flowers. It seemed awfully out of place for winter. She smirked. Her blue eyes glinted. I couldn't tell if they sparked with malice or happiness. "May his soul rest in the forever, which awaits us all,"