Drake walked beside his grandfather proudly, his chin held high as they emerged through the thick mist shielding the Yates ancestral home on Fairley Isle from the rest of the world. He could see Aedan and a woman standing there. He knew Aedan, had seen him before from a distance, but he’d never met him, they’d never been formally introduced. His grandfather had wanted to protect his identity at all costs and had feared the intelligence of his brothers on the Council Chairs would note the soft spot Ezra had for the son and know he was the Chosen Son.
He was anxious for the time now. The woman’s hands were flying rapidly in every direction as she spoke a dialect he couldn’t keep up with. A mixture of Celt, Irish and some long forgotten ancient tribal words spewed so fast he only made out a
