Chapter Twenty-FourLukash Longford strode into the low-slung room, his father rising to meet him. “Don't get up, Father. You need to rest.”
“Rest,” Berndt spat. “How can I rest? Tell me!”
“What do we know?”
“Three outlanders took control of the Tilburg. They sailed towards the mist with the Grey's prize on board.”
“f**k! Do we know who they were?”
Berndt shuffled over to his chair, seating himself. “No. All we know is that there was a man, a woman and a strange-looking creature.”
“A woman,” Lukash mused. “If I were a betting man, I'd wager the woman was Emma Thorne.”
“Well, it looks like your gambling has not paid off, Lukash.”
The dark-haired man bristled. He was being spoken to like he was a child. Only his father had the authority to do that. “When is the Gull due back at port?”
