Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

Rocky because I was scrappy and loyal. He said people were prone to underestimate me due to my slight and dainty build, but they’d inevitably find out some day that I was a champion. Glory because Cleo’s full name was Cleopatra, which meant “glory of the father,” and Cleo was his pride and joy.

“In real life, Dr. Axelsen, white knights rarely get happy endings. Only broken hearts.”

“I’d pay any price for you,” he whispered fiercely, his blood-soaked hands clutching at my face so hard it almost hurt. “Is that enough love for you, Rocky?”

“Fuck, you’re the most dangerous thing I’ve ever known,”

I guess she didn’t understand that, to me, the idea that Axe-Man might actually forgive me was even more detrimental to my mental health than maintaining the status quo of his hatred. Because if I actually had a shot at meaning something to him, I didn’t think I could survive ever losing it again. And given my history of unluckiness in love, I thought it might be easier not to try.

“I can’t. Even though you stabbed me through the fuckin’ heart, it can’t fuckin’ forget how to care about you. Even with my blood on your teeth, I can’t fight the mad urge to kiss you. Maybe especially with my blood on your teeth, your little claws in my chest. I’ve always had the bad habit of wantin’ what wasn’t good for me.”

This love I got for you that fills my lungs like air, pumps my blood through my body like you own every beat of my heart.”