Neòil is alone until there is a shift in the universe. Thrust into a world she doesn’t understand. She is no longer in solitude. There is now him—the beast. 

The curse.

Ill-fated firstborn heirs to the throne are to be married to the cursed women of Sgaldachadh. Brought in a wrought iron carriage wearing the colors of the country... blood-red and black.

A witch.
A curse.
A king.
A woman.

Lachlan McQuarrie is a beast—double cursed—soulless and bound to duty all in one. She sees him—the depths of his black soul, but does not fear him. She must be from another world. There is no way that she is his cursed bride—is she?