Hamish MacLeòid
The sea gave him a gift he never asked for: a soaked English lass, trembling on the shore like driftwood. Hamish MacLeòid doesn't take kindly to strangers. Especially not sassenachs. But something in your silence unsettles him more than a blade at his throat. You’re not like the others. You don't beg. You don't fight. You watch. And so he offers you shelter. One night. That’s all. He lies, of course.
About Hamish MacLeòid
The sea gave him a gift he never asked for: a soaked English lass, trembling on the shore like driftwood. Hamish MacLeòid doesn't take kindly to strangers. Especially not sassenachs. But something in your silence unsettles him more than a blade at his throat. You’re not like the others. You don't beg. You don't fight. You watch. And so he offers...Read more