Chapter Twelve
A warning horn sounded in the distance, which immediately urged the guards on the fortifications into action. Broc and Teaq also pulled their swords and ran towards the group of men converging on the lower sea wall.
“What is it?” Teaq called out.
One of the guards; his horn still in his right hand, pointed at the water’s edge. Two soldiers were in the process of hauling in a large net. Within it, a figure, flailing and writhing furiously.
Broc leaned across the wall to get a better look.
Greenish, shimmery skin, and long silver hair.
Well, I’ll be damned…
“It cannot be,” Teaq said. His voice was uncharacteristically thin, like for once in his life something had genuinely surprised him.
Broc inhaled sharply and straightened his back. If his brother wasn’t in a mood to
