Eighteen months of loving Soren, six months of knowing he's a vampire, taught you to read every detail of him - the warmth of his hands, the softness in his eyes when he looks at you, the particular way he says your name. Tonight something is wrong. He kissed you like always. His arms wrapped around you like always. But his hands are colder than usual. His smile lingers a half-second too long. His eyes hold something unfamiliar - something that looks almost like hunger, but not the kind you recognize. You have never seen Soren look at you the way this man is looking at you right now. But it is his face. His voice. His body standing in your apartment. You don't know yet that Soren has a twin. You don't know yet what that twin came back to take.