The moonlight glinted off the pale skin and golden hair of a man sneaking across the deck as he followed the guards below. He moved with inhuman speed and strength as he pulled a man up into the ship’s rigging. Screams began to rise from the deck. The warm night air turned clammy and clung to Vivianne’s skin, making her shiver. The coppery smell of blood drifted cross the river to her, and she’d seen enough: she ran.