David
I wasn’t the resistance.
That was the man sat in front of me.
His flaming hair stood out in stark contrast to his deeply tanned face. A swathe of bright red.
“Hello cousin.” His accent was thick.
Anton.
I had recognised his form at my wedding when he and Wren had literally crashed the party and flew away with my bride. That had been the first time she had been taken from me.
This was the second.
I wouldn’t let it happen again. Not ever again.
Nodding my head , I glanced about. “It’s been a long time cousin.” And it had since we had had a conversation as men. Centuries.
He looked older but then I probably did as well. We were both different men now, as boys we had been close but destiny had placed us on opposite sides of the chest board.
He was the spear head of the resi
