A Father's Legacy
I had little time to process the words that left the resistance leader's lips. My father's twin brother? Dead for years, only now to show up and lead some resistance against the Council? The man's familiar face would not compute in my mind against this stranger standing in front of me.
"You lie," I replied, the bitterness sharper than any blade. "My father would have never said anything about such a brother. He never
Because he thought I was dead," the man cut in. His tone was steady, calm, but something in his eyes-something raw. "He wasn't wrong to think it. The Council made certain of it."
Jasper stirred uncomfortably beside me. Julian, still recovering from his wounds, sat on the edge of a table, observing the interchange in silence.
"You expect me to believe that after all this time?" I crossed my arms, daring him to convince me.
