TWENTY
When Isla rose out of the mist, Rudolf let out a warcry from the bow of the Sea Wolf. His men took it up, echoed by those on the Sea Dragon and the Sea Lion. The sound had one purpose: to strike fear into the hearts of Viken's enemies. His enemies.
They veered around the cliffs, headed for Portnahaven, the harbour nearest Lord Angus's seat. Nearest Portia, Rudolf promised himself.
He waved at the watch tower on the headland, but no one waved back. He could feel the eyes on him, though. Angus was not fool enough to leave that tower empty.
The pale, rocky sand stretched out on either side, offering him a true Isla embrace to welcome him home.
This was home.
A strange glow appeared in the fog. A glow that spread along the beach like a trail of witchlights in the mist. But wi
