Page 47 of Trust the Fall

“He owes you an explanation,” Luke seethes.

My hand lands on Luke’s chest. “Simmer down, Satan. I can handle myself.”

His eyes narrow in on me, but not in a threatening way. He’s trying to determine if I’m really going to be okay with this showdown.

“I’ve got this,” I say, leaning up on my tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I need you to be there for me, but I don’t want you to interfere. I’m no damsel in distress. I’m an angel, fallen or not. I’m anything but weak. And I don’t need a single one of you to save me.”

Luke pulls me in and squeezes me tightly. “Damn straight, love.”

I smirk. “Let’s get this over with.”

Grabbing his hand, I pull him toward the loft stairs. As we descend the steps, an overwhelming feeling of dread washes over me.

Please let them be wrong.