TWENTY-SEVEN
Loud hammering startled Portia out of sleep. "What is it?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Stay aloft, my lady," came Grieve's quiet response from below.
She heard the scrape and thunk of someone unbarring the door. "What's amiss?" Berrach rumbled.
"Tis the Wolf. He's landed on Isla, and she must be moved."
Fear trickled down Portia's spine. The Viken prince was here. The man who killed and burned everything in his way. Who would kill her men, burn this building like the woodpile it was, and when he got hold of her...Portia swallowed. Would he care about her claim, or see her as just another woman to r**e?
"Seems to me there's more danger on the road than here," Grieve said.
"Perhaps, which is why we must move quickly, and under the cover of darkness. If we reach the castle b
