Taken By the Exiled Laird
She threw a shoe at his head. He kept it.
Theon MacKenzie didnae mean to steal a bride. He just needed her carriage. Ten years outlawed, a bounty mob closing fast, and Theon throws himself into the nearest moving coach.
The coach belongs to Briana Cameron. Her father’s fists chose her whole life. She chose this betrothal herself, because a stranger’s bed is still safer than home.
Theon stops calling her leverage around the third night. She could have run twice by now.
Now she’s teaching him how to sleep without a blade in his hand, and he’s burning ransom letters he should have sent, learning the scars on her thighs by touch in the dark.
Her betrothed is three days behind them. If he finds her, Theon hangs and Briana goes back to the fists.
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