Induction

This was not how I had planned to spend the Friday after final exams. A week of high-pressure testing was supposed to end with a day of pampering with the girls, followed by good food and a night of drinking with the whole gang. It was not supposed to be spent standing around a smelly police station, watching a guy I’d turned down more than a few times question my brother. I stared at Jenkins for a few minutes. He was mundane. There’s nothing special about him if you don’t count his arrogance. You could see the paranormal if you knew what to look for.

Witches had that veil-thin shimmer around them like heat rising off the asphalt. Shifters got that animalistic green glint in their eye when the light caught them just right. Me? I just confused the hell out of them. Sometimes I shimmered. Sometimes, my eyes saw the light, and sometimes I could hide it all. Same with my brother, Sin. The whole hiding thing? We think it’s because we’re twins. Or maybe it’s because we’re not supposed to exist in the first place. I stood against the wall and watched as my twin brother twisted his ball cap into a nest of cloth and cardboard. The cops had wanted to talk to him first, which was fine with me. I had nothing to say.