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 penetrating, was whisper soft. "How did you do it?"
Confusion rode into her on a steed of anxiety, and quickly dismounted. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play ignorant with me, Miss Edwards. How did you do it? How did you come into my head, into my dreams, and turn me upside down?" As he spoke he took two steps toward her,
