When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

His eyes spark. “I never said you needed to take off your clothes. But I do tend to have that effect on women.” I roll my eyes so hard I’m afraid they might get stuck facing the back of my head. “The only effect you have on me is indigestion.”

I stop by her side. “This is a nice spot.” She sniffs. “It is. Great cliff.” A seagull soars over our heads. “I’m thinking of throwing myself off it.”

“If your fiancé knew how feral you are, he’d demand a refund,” he growls. His face is so close, I can make out a tiny scar on his right cheek. “He thinks he bought himself an obedient wife, when what he’s really getting is a brat.”