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The bright morning sky from the harvest fair vanished by six o'clock, replaced by heavy, dark clouds rolling fast off the northern ocean. A sudden, bitter frost coated the pine needles and granite rocks around the estate. The calm sea from yesterday turned violent, crashing heavy grey waves against the steep cliffs below the North Point Beacon Tower.Inside the community center kitchen, the large iron stove crackled with dry oak logs, but the chill in the air seeped through the thick stone walls.Elowen stood at the heavy wooden counter wearing a wool dress of dark crimson, a clean white apron tied at her waist. Her father’s gold locket rested warm against her collarbone. She moved quickly, slicing thick loaves of fresh bread and stirring a large iron pot of hot vegetable soup.The heavy latch on the back door lifted with a sharp, frozen metallic snap.Cassian stepped inside, pulling the heavy timber door shut against a harsh gust of freezing wind. His thick wool coat was slick with s

The sharp crash of exploding glass echoed through the kitchen like a lightning strike. Cold, wet air blasted into the room, scattering paper notes across the oak table and blowing out the candles on the sideboard.Mrs. Gable shrieked, stumbling back into the pantry door.The intruder hauled his broad frame through the broken window frame, his wet leather boots thudding hard onto the stone floor. Water ran off his black coat, pooling in dark circles around his heavy boots. A rusted iron blade hung from his leather belt, and his red, sea-salty eyes locked straight onto Elowen."Out of the way, girl!" the man growled, his voice rough as grinding stones. "We're taking this kitchen and everything inside it!"Before the intruder could take two steps toward Elowen, Mark Vance lunged forward from the dark corner near the hearth.With a deep, furious roar, Mark swung his iron fireplace poker with all the strength in his upper body. The heavy metal bar smashed square against the intruder’s left

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