When She Tempts (The Fallen, #2)

by Gabrielle Sands

“I am not an angel, and I will not be one till I die.”

The first glimpse of snow is always exciting, but by the time it’s late February, you’re sick of the cold and ready for something new.

I am not used to being the talkative one. In fact, one of my hobbies is letting silence linger and seeing how long it takes for people to become visibly uncomfortable. It’s a surprisingly amusing pastime.

“You know I don’t like people,” Giorgio says, already back at his newspaper. Allegra’s eyes widen, and she makes an awkward laugh. “He means he doesn’t like people in his personal space, not in general.” “No, in general too,” he deadpans.

Bad luck. Bad fucking luck to want the one thing you can never have.