She saw him in her dreams before he ever touched her. Isla of Brouillard has always been different. While other noblewomen embroider and gossip, she sees things that haven't happened yet. Terrible things. Beautiful things. True things. And lately, she's been dreaming of him. Golden hair. Eyes like a storm at sea. Hands that could break her... or hold her like something precious. The Viking who will rip her world apart. He came for revenge. He never planned to keep her. Jarl Rorik Halvardson doesn't raid for glory or gold. He sails to Francia for one reason: to make Lord Godric of Brouillard pay for his brother's death. The plan is simple. Attack at dawn. Take what's owed. Leave nothing but ash and regret. But when he breaks through the castle gates, he finds her. A dark-haired beauty with violet eyes who looks at him like she's been waiting her whole life for this moment. Who speaks his language when she shouldn't know a single word. Who whispers, "You came," like she knew he would. She's a mystery he can't solve. A temptation he can't resist. So he takes her. In a world of violence and vengeance, their fates collide. Isla should hate her captor. She should fight. Run. Anything but feel her heart race when he's near. But her visions showed her more than Viking raids and burning castles. They showed her this—standing beside Rorik in a land of ice and fjords. Speaking his language. Wearing his ring. Carrying his— No. That's impossible. Prophecy can be changed. It has to be. Because falling for the man who destroyed her home means betraying everything she's ever known. And loving a Viking warrior means accepting that some fates are written in blood and salt and the will of gods she doesn't believe in. Until now. She saw him in her dreams before he ever touched her. Isla of Brouillard has always been different. While other noblewomen embroider and gossip, she sees things that haven't happened yet. Terrible things. Beautiful things. True things. And lately, she's been dreaming of him. Golden hair. Eyes like a storm at sea. Hands that could break her... or hold her like something precious. The Viking who will rip her world apart. He came for revenge. He never planned to keep her. Jarl Rorik Halvardson doesn't raid for glory or gold. He sails to Francia for one reason: to make Lord Godric of Brouillard pay for his brother's death. The plan is simple. Attack at dawn. Take what's owed. Leave nothing but ash and regret. But when he breaks through the castle gates, he finds her. A dark-haired beauty with violet eyes who looks at him like she's been waiting her whole life for this moment. Who speaks his language when she shouldn't know a single word. Who whispers, "You came," like she knew he would. She's a mystery he can't solve. A temptation he can't resist. So he takes her. In a world of violence and vengeance, their fates collide. Isla should hate her captor. She should fight. Run. Anything but feel her heart race when he's near. But her visions showed her more than Viking raids and burning castles. They showed her this—standing beside Rorik in a land of ice and fjords. Speaking his language. Wearing his ring. Carrying his— No. That's impossible. Prophecy can be changed. It has to be. Because falling for the man who destroyed her home means betraying everything she's ever known. And loving a Viking warrior means accepting that some fates are written in blood and salt and the will of gods she doesn't believe in. Until now.
