Highland Sword. Ruth Ryan Langan

We’ll eat, and then you can return your attention to my son.”

      Allegra shivered as the cold settled into her bones once more. Whatever tenuous truce they’d attempted, it had dissolved like the wisps of fog that often drifted over the Enchanted Loch until banished by the sun.

      The man across the table was once more the demanding lord. And she, like it or not, his unwilling captive.