She felt his presences before she saw him, the black-clad stange whose silver stare her dumb. He was the handsomest man she had ever seem...the husband who'd married and abandoned her ten years before. Rob MacArthur, the elfin girl with a boys's name, was only eight when she wed the the fifteen-year-old marquess, who promised to be her knight and slay the monster beneath her bed. Where was he when she, who bore the devil's flower on her hand and was forced to flee Scotland as a witch?

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