Her footsteps lead her back, drawn by duty and haunted by old scars.

“Ye forced my hand, lass,” Laird McNair had declared, his words chillingly ominous. That fateful night, Adair’s world was shattered as the Laird’s men stormed her home, slaughtering her father in cold blood and setting her precious home ablaze. Amidst the flames and fury, one man stood against the tide of violence, daring to defy the Laird to save her.

But bravery comes at a cost, and sweet Henry is now lost to McNair’s vengeance.

Five years have since passed, and Adair has found refuge and purpose under the guidance of Mor, the White Witch, in her secluded monastery of healers. Yet, the scars left on her soul refuse to fade, and when word reaches her that McNair is still wreaking havoc, she knows she can’t stay hidden anymore. It’s time to step up.

Compelled by duty and haunted by the memory of Henry’s sacrifice, Adair leaves the safety of the monastery to face the evil that once smashed her world to smithereens. Venturing into the heart of destruction, Adair witnesses the depth of McNair’s brutality. But amidst the desolation, a miracle unfolds—Henry lives. 

But can she trust this changed Henry, or has time rewritten the story she thought they shared? And does her heart still belong to him, or to a future she has yet to write?