" By the look in this one’s eye, ’twas a simple matter to place him there, among the terrible, ruthless sorts.
But somehow, she couldn’t believe something so…beautiful could be so awful.
And he was beautiful, to a hard line, masculine magnificence, all long, lean contours of hard heat and piercing eyes. A beast in his prime.
Her dark-eyed proteus looked over his shoulder, scowling when he saw she had not ‘come,’ was not ‘over there.’
“Sit,” he growled. “And stay.”
A fissure of anger opened up inside her. She narrowed her eyes and, very softly, barked. "

― Kris Kennedy , Defiant