“Ye dinnae want yer Laird to lose control of himself, lass.”
The doors of the MacFadden feast fly open. Laird Lachlan Fraser walks past every woman in the hall and stops in front of Lady Innes Anderson. Her brother’s bride rejected him. Now he wants a wife.
Not for love. For revenge. Innes knows she’s a weapon aimed at her own brother. She says yes anyway. But Lachlan’s rages burn cold up close. His hands are gentle where they shouldn’t be.
He memorises the flowers she weaves through her hair, and the madman half the Highlands fears can’t seem to stop watching her sleep.
Then a woman from his past comes for her blood, and the madman stops pretending he’s sane.
A forced marriage. A husband who burns forests when he’s angry. And hands that are far too gentle for a madman.
