When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

As soon as I removed my hand, she sank her surprisingly sharp teeth into my forearm. I remember staring into those stormy-gray eyes as she drew blood and thinking, “Fuck, this woman is beautiful.”

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way I look at Gemma Garzolo.

My eyes track her until she disappears from sight. I’ve always liked feisty women. A weakness you could say. And to find a woman like that living in our world? It’s rare.

I glance over my shoulder to where Gemma is standing. Whenever she’s around, I feel an inexplicable need to know exactly what she’s doing.

“Since you seem so fucking good at bending to your parents’ will, let’s see how well you bend to mine.”

his eyes darken. “You’re exquisite. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I won’t break. Treat me like you would anyone else.” “You’re not like anyone else,” he says