Chapter 17

The moment Giselle landed, her mind went blank, her heart nearly stopping. It wasn't until she felt something shifting beneath her that she realized she was lying on top of someone. Then that familiar scent hit her. She turned her head and found herself face-to-face with Donovan. In other words, the idiot who'd rushed in to catch her was him. For a second, Giselle just stared, dumbstruck. Her mind was still foggy, her body numb to the pain. Donovan, meanwhile, rolled his eyes and tried to sit up, but the searing agony in his back and left arm told him he was badly hurt. Even though it was only a fall from the second floor, Giselle—an adult weighing around 100 pounds—would still hit the ground with enough force to injure anyone she landed on. She had no idea what had gotten into Donovan, but he'd dashed in to catch her bare-handed, risking terrible injury. He must've acted on pure reflex to reach her in time. "Don!" Anne was the first to reach him, her face frantic with panic. "Ar