" She tried to back away as the duke stalked closer, running a bold stare over the length of her.
"What is this?" he growled softly at Doyle, nodding at her. She reacted instinctively to his notice, pulling against her captors' hold in panic. She tried to run.
They stopped her.
"A gift, Your Grace!" Caleb Doyle exclaimed in forced joviality.
As the smugglers dragged her over to him, Warrington studied her like a predatory wolf.
"A gift?" he echoed in a musing tone.
Caleb thrust her toward him with a cheerful grin. "Aye, sir! A token of our regard, to welcome you back to Cornwall after all this time! A fine young bed warmer for a cold winter's night. Right little beauty, ain't she?"
He was silent for a long moment, perusing her intently. The he answered barely audibly, his deep voice reverberated like a distant rumble of thunder drawing closer. "Indeed."
Caught in his stare, Kate could not even move. She was lucky she remembered to keep breathing. "

― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)