Adaira didn’t know if Innes had turned the lairdship into this figure, or if the lairdship had molded Innes into what she was. But this was the woman Adaira had come from. Bone and breath and blood. A woman who blessed raids and called for cullings to clear out the criminals in her dungeons. A woman who hid scars and never appeared weak before those she didn’t trust. A woman who had given up her heir and only son in order to bring Adaira home.
