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's arm from around him , looked at Cris, and said, “ I couldn’t have planned this any better , tell those assholes thanks for the two-month honeymoon. I appreciate it.” Derrick chuckled as he closed the door to the limo .
    Christoph thought keeping his mind occupied would take away some of the pain , or at least clear his head , but w as he wrong. He never thought his heart would ever ache this bad , but it was hard losing a sibling — and even harder losing your twin. Someone who he shared all his secrets with and
     had a special language only they could understand. The person who understood all aspects of your personalit y and never questioned who you truly we re. Yes, sometimes she got on his nerves and they argued but who didn’t with their
     sibling , but they shared everything together including their mother’s womb. She even had
     her own room in his apartment for when she needed to escape their mother’s home.
     He tried to throw himself into work unsuccessfully , hoping it would close him off to the pain.
    Christoph felt like a failure for not bein g able to save her life. He ra ked his hands rather harshly through his short , soft , black curly hair as he thought , w hat kind of man , let alone detective , are you? Letting your sister get killed like that and not solving the case.
    ‘Cristo, it was my fault , not yours. I should have told you. ’ A chill ran down his spine as the voice whispered softly into his ear and the temperature in the room dropped a significant amount.
    “What the hell ? I have to get some strong coffee into me. I am so sleep deprived it ’ s making me delusional and cau sing me to hear things,” Christoph said a loud as he swung his legs over the bed and onto the floor.
    ‘ You are not delusional , it is just your Cherokee powers from your ancestors helping you talk to the dead. ’ Christoph could hear his twin ’s voice drifting into his head saying exactly that , w hile her right hand was on her hip with a look that gave off so much attitude. Without even realizing it , he smiled at the thought.
    He didn’t believe in his Cherokee powers like his sister, mother, and the rest of
     their family members. They all tried repeatedly to prove to him that his ancestors were protecting and helping him. No m atter what they had tried, Christoph just couldn’t see it and when his mind was set on something , it was hard to change it. His sister , who was a journalist , even went as far as to tell him her ancestors had helped her solve cases the police
     department he worked for couldn’t. When Grace said that , he just laughed and told her it was because some of his detective skills had rubbed
     off on her — after all , they were twins.
    The sun w as trying to peek through Christoph’s black curtains. He rose off his bed , walked toward his window , and opened his curtains to let some light into the room before making his way down
     the stairs and into the kitchen in his apartment.
    The kitchen was a very standard kitchen with stainless steel appliances, white marble
     counter tops, and white cabinetry. A short stainless steel island was in the middle
     of the kitchen with bar stools that didn’t match .
    Christoph grabbed the tea kettle Grace had gotten him just this last Christmas an d filled it with water. While the water boiled , he sleepily took out some Peet’s instant coffee since it was the strongest he had.
    Christoph had a true bachelor pad. In his living room was a long black sectional couch , a pool table, and a fifty - inch television mounted on the wall in front of the couch . T he things he did on the pool table in the living room , w ell , the old one since he broke it and had to purchase this one only a month ago. In
     the bedroom was a black king - sized bed with black silk sheets on it and a matching black dresser. He thought the
     different aspects of his apartment showed his personalities and lifestyle.
    He was very strong - minded — some would say