Page 119 of Resistant

When I step inside, Brynn is standing at the camp stove, her hair swept into a messy bun, strands curling around her neck. Fuck, she is beautiful.

Whatever she is making smells heavenly and my mouth waters. I’m reminded of our first meal at the burbs at the camp.

“Good morning, Princess, did you sleep well?”

Her smile is blinding and my heart flips flops in my chest. Fuck me.

“Yes, and I’ve been waiting for you to come back. Your phone rang earlier, but I didn’t answer it.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, and she forks some omelet in my mouth that’s too hot. I pant around it and head for the phone and hit redial.

“Declan! Thank fuck!”

Larry is yelling into the phone, and I hold it away from my ear.

“You need to connect and watch the news right now! You are not going to believe this bullshit.”

“What’s happening?”

“It’s better if you see it for yourself. And by the way, you’ve been fired from your position as senator, which I know just breaks your tiny heart.”

I power on the laptop and get online. It seems every news agency is showing video of some kind of plane accident. I see the camera pan and swing to Knox.

“I gotta go Larry.” I press end.

“Princess, you need to come here!”

I go to another website, and they are showing video feed on a loop while a broadcaster talks over the video feed.

I watch as the camera pans down over the ocean, wreckage from a jet is floating in the water. A basket is dropped below where a frogman assists a man as they both strap in. The frogman gives a thumbs up and the camera zooms out as they are pulled out of the water.

The hair stands on the back of my neck when I realize it’s Knox who was saved.

“….. Again, this morning we are reporting that a secret global election was held yesterday in Tel Aviv where Senator Richards was elected President of the Global Reform World Order.

His plane was attacked by Resistance rebels, and he remains the sole survivor of the crash. Officials are saying that his survival of the crash is a miracle….”

The image shifts and I watch as the helicopter flies toward the beach. They are dropped close to shore and the image tightens on Knox as he walks through the waves like a conquering beast, his shirt clinging to his chest, and a charismatic smile on his face. His hair is slicked back, and if I didn’t know better, motherfucker number one is fucking beautiful, like he’s undergone a metamorphosis.

If it weren’t for the evil I know is hiding under the surface, I’d be taken with him myself. I shiver, remembering the beast rising from the water in my dream.

“Do you hear that?” Brynn has her head cocked listening.

“Hear what Princess?”

“Shhhhhhhhh”

I roll my eyes.

“Hellllloooooo the house!” a deep voice bellows from outside.

I grab my pistol and tuck it in my waistband pushing Brynn behind me before stepping on the porch.

My breath catches as I see a large man emerging from the tree line. His wide shoulders are stretching an impossibly clean white button down, leading to a narrow waist and powerful thighs tucked into old Levi jeans. His boots are worn, and he walks with confidence, carrying a lantern in the murky dawn light. My fingers curl around my gun and the man shouts,

“Don’t be scared, I’m only here to deliver the news to anybody out here in the countryside.”

My fingers stay curled around my weapon, but I leave the safety on.

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