When She Loves (The Fallen, #4)

by Gabrielle Sands

Her body jerks, but she holds her ground. She tilts her chin up, meeting my gaze, a blaze inside her eyes. “Don’t try to intimidate me. It won’t work.” I lift my hand to her cheek. “I’m very good at intimidation. I’m also quite good at other things.” She swipes my hand away, the pulse in her neck speeding up. “I’m good at a few things too.” I move even closer. “Do tell.” This time, she shuffles back. “Coming up with creative insults, cooking inedible food, spending absurd amounts of money—” I take another step toward her. Her eyes narrow. “Making grown men suffer—” “Don’t stop, you’re turning me on.”