The Day She Married His Killer, I Brought the Coffin

My brother and I were twin hex-craft masters from the Southern Highlands.

I was born rotten. A killer, a skin-flayer, a terror to everyone within a hundred miles.

My brother was the opposite. Gentle. Kind. Three years ago, he married into the Sanchez family as a live-in husband, joining the wealthiest household in the region.

I never imagined the next time I'd see him, it would be his body, sent back to the Highlands by a corpse courier.

He was stuffed inside a battered coffin. Every fingernail had been pried off.