Haven watched Millie flit from the room like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering with purpose, and away from a brewing storm. Peeling her gaze from the only safe thing in the room, she grit her teeth, lifted her chin, and looked at the duke.

That was a mistake. The blood drained from her face and pooled in her belly.

The duke was cloaked with a dark look so menacing she didn't know whether to run or strike first. He made the decision for her. His voice, deep and ...