LOGINThe air smelled of burning salt and gunpowder as the granite cliff face gave another violent shudder. High above the churning sea, the iron copper railing groaned under the weight of the tilting stone tower."Hold on, Sarah!" Owen screamed, his voice raw over the roar of the ocean below.Without a second thought, Owen bolted across the ruined yard. He leapt over smoldering pine beams and scrambled up the slick, crumbling steps toward the tilting tower."Owen, wait! The foundation is giving way!" Cassian bellowed, sprinting right behind him with long, powerful strides.Elowen’s heart slammed against her ribs as she watched her brother charge straight toward danger. She didn't hesitate. She pulled up the heavy hem of her ash-stained crimson dress and sprinted after them, her boots digging into the loose gravel.Nurse Sarah clung to the twisted copper rail, her knuckles white, her feet slipping on the slick stone ledge. Below her, fifty feet down, white ocean foam crashed against jagged
The pale, icy light of dawn broke over the ocean, painting the heavy sea fog in sharp shades of grey and silver. Out past the lower reef, the massive three-masted flagship cut through the swelling tide, its heavy dark hull riding low in the freezing water. Along its timber flank, sixteen square cannon ports swung open in unison, revealing the cold iron barrels aimed straight at the community center.Up in the glass enclosure of the North Point Beacon Tower, the air was bitter cold.Cassian set the iron field glasses down on the copper ledge, his broad jaw set like granite. He turned to Elowen, his dark grey eyes filled with a quiet, fierce certainty that instantly calmed the frantic beating of her heart.He took both of her hands into his broad palms, pulling her flush against his chest."Callan! Owen!" Cassian shouted down the spiral iron stairwell, his deep voice ringing out like a copper bell. "Get everyone down into the lower stone cellar beneath the kitchen foundation! Move now!"
The harsh beam of Julian’s beach lantern glared through the tall glass panes, stretching long, ghostly shadows across the oak floor of the common room. Outside, the freezing rain turned into a quiet, heavy sleet that rattled against the timber frames like small pebbles.Inside the kitchen, the air was warm with the scent of pine smoke, dried thyme, and boiling coffee.Elowen sat on a low wooden bench near the iron stove, her crimson wool dress tucked around her boots. Nurse Sarah gently pressed a clean cloth soaked in warm lavender water against the small red cut on Elowen’s throat."It’s just a scratch, Elowen," Nurse Sarah murmured softly, her hands steady and comforting. "The skin isn't deep. A bit of honey ointment and a clean linen wrap will keep it dry.""Thank you, Sarah," Elowen whispered, her voice tight with exhaustion. Her hand remained resting over her father’s gold locket, feeling the cool metal beneath her fingers.The heavy latch on the side door lifted quietly.Cassian
The cold steel edge of the hunting knife pressed tight against Elowen’s throat, drawing a thin bead of red blood that trickled down toward her gold locket."Nobody moves!" the mercenary shouted again, his yellow teeth bared in a fierce sneer. His associate stepped out of the open floor hatch right behind him, raising a short-barrel shotgun straight at Owen’s chest.Cassian froze in his tracks. The raw, terrifying rage in his grey eyes turned into a paralyzing terror. Every muscle in his broad frame coiled tight, but his eyes locked onto the steel resting against his wife's pale skin."Don't touch her," Cassian whispered, his low voice shaking with a dangerous, lethal promise. "Whatever Sterling is paying you, I will double it. Just take the steel off her neck.""Shut your mouth, timber boy!" the man holding Elowen barked, his arm pulling her back tight against his leather coat.Elowen gasped, her eyes wide with fear, her dark hair falling wild over her shoulders. She looked past the b
The freezing wind froze in Elowen’s throat. The ocean fog swirled around the dark rocks of the lower reef, but the silver light from the burning flare illuminated the man standing on the slick granite shelf below.Julian.The fine silver-trimmed coat he wore was soaked at the hem, but his posture was as rigid, cold, and imposing as it had been six years ago in the high courtrooms of the capital. His dark eyes locked onto Elowen with a terrifying, calm obsession.Elowen’s fingers dug into the thick wool of Cassian’s sweater. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, her breath rising in short, panicked white clouds. The warmth she had felt moments ago in Cassian’s arms vanished under a crushing wave of old terror.Cassian felt the sudden, violent tremor running through his wife’s body. He shifted instantly, stepping in front of her, his broad shoulders completely blocking Julian’s view of her face. His hand dropped to the broad hunting knife at his belt, his grey eyes turning to pure
The howling wind screamed across the upper timber balcony, driving cold, freezing sleet straight into Cassian’s face. Down in the lower yard, the red glare of sixty burning pitch torches cut through the ocean fog, casting long, dancing shadows across the high stone walls.Cassian stood at the front railing, his dark wool coat flapping violently in the gale. His dark grey eyes narrowed as he locked his gaze onto the broad man in the red wool coat standing at the head of the invading mob. Beside him, Callan crouched low behind the thick timber balustrade, his hands gripping his lever-action rifle so tight his knuckles turned bone-white."That's Captain Thorne," Callan shouted over the roar of the sea, his breath rising in ragged white clouds. "He’s a cold-blooded privateer from the northern reaches! He’s known for wiping out coastal settlements and leaving nothing behind!""He won't wipe out this one," Cassian said, his low voice calm, steady, and deadlier than the storm.Cassian lifted







