Stefan glared back into the woman’s eyes, noting no feeling of familiarity. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re not my sister,” he said through clenched teeth, his words like razors. He pulled himself away from her, just to push her shoulder back against the wall as he backed away.

“My sister is dead. She, along with my brother and father died a   long    time ago,” Stefan took a few more steps away, his back to the woman as he twisted his daylight ring around his finger. He could feel the ghost of her hand on his cheek still, something that his sister did to comfort him when they were young. He shook his head, shaking the foggy memory away with it.