The quick of it is that Dair--the laird's son and future heir--has been gravely injured after being captured and tortured and a healer claimed only a virgin would be able to save him. So off his daddy went to find him a virgin bride. And options a plenty were found with the neighboring clan who's laird had like a dozen daughters. One of which was Fia who had injuries of her own, was often forgotten, and quite wanted an adventure. And oh one awaits her as she ventures away from home to see if she can help.
There were a couple storylines happening and I enjoyed them both. First was Dair and his injuries. Both physical and mental. He had PTSD from being captured and forced to watch his cousin die a horrible death. Not having been able to save her haunted him. There were some really heart breaking moments watching him trying to deal with it and people thinking he'd gone insane. I loved seeing Fia's gentle touch heal him.
Then there was something afoot in the clan. Strange happenings and stirrings. Murmurs that Dair wasn't fit to rule the clan after his father's passing and was truly mad. Murmurs of witches and evil and just some shady stuff. I definitely was wishing harm on a few people by the end and definitely wouldn't have been as forgiving as Dair and Fia. I'm curious to see what will happen next with the series but man some of the folks are really gonna have to win my forgiveness for certain behaviors.
One thing that could have just been me was this is a Highlander romance with lots of yummy Scots but I kept feeling like it had an English vibe to it. It was a strange feeling. Took a little getting used to but still...a good time.
Aaaand a quote because Fia's cat was a freaking floor stealer. Bel was amazing and hilarious.
"Good day to you, cat," Niall said politely. He reached into the pouch at his waist as the cat regarded him steadily. "I have it here for you," he said, as if the cat had spoken.
Niall tossed a bit of bannock at the cat. Instead of mocking him, the other clansmen waited quietly as the cat approached the tidbit. When it was accepted and devoured, they hurried forward with their own offerings. Dair watched as his father's clansmen--guards, warriors, sailors all--made smacking noises with their lips, cooed and crooned like anxious mothers as the cat considered their offerings.
"Makes a nice change from mousies, eh?" Jock asked the cat.
Dair frowned. And they called him mad...
After eating his fill, the cat stretched and swaggered forward. He stopped when he caught sight of Dair, his yellow eyes narrowing. Dair held the beast's glare with his own. Beelzebub looked away first, but only to flex one paw and extend his razor-sharp claws. He honed his weapons with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue. The implied threat was not lost on Dair. He noted that the dogs that usually lounged in the bailey were absent, and the clansmen were giving the cat a wide berth. It appeared that Fia MacLeod's devil cat had taken over.
When a pagan healer predicts that only a virgin bride can heal his son’s body and mind, Dair’s father sets off to find the perfect wife for his son. At the castle of the fearsome McLeods, he meets lovely and kind Fia MacLeod.
Although Dair does his best to frighten Fia, she sees the man underneath the damage and uses her charm and special gifts to heal his mind and heart. Will Dair let Fia love him or is he cursed with madness forever?