When She Tempts (The Fallen, #2)

by Gabrielle Sands

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.

Something I’m incapable of naming, because how can you put a word on something you’ve never felt before?

“You’re playing with fire, piccolina, and you don’t even realize how close you are to being burned.”

I think even the most broken of things can be mended by the right pair of hands.”

“Did you think I’d cry over you for days?” I flick my gaze to him. “I’ll save my tears for far more worthy causes.”

I don’t know much about love, but given my recent experiences, it seems like a pretty shaky foundation for something that’s supposed to last a lifetime.