“Where he goes, I go.” Sorcha Kincaid crept into an English baron’s fortress to save her sister.
Instead she was dragged before eight war-hungry lords with her wrists bound and blood drying on her cheek.
One laird rose and called her his. Oliver Blackwood wears an English title like armor over the fact that his father was murdered by men like these for loving a Scotswoman.
Baron Dudley is gathering an army to put the Highlands to the sword.
She wants to hate him. A blade finds his throat the first night. The laird disarms her without raising his voice. He never wiped the blood.
