ROSALINE'S POV
My body morphed back, skin stinging from the shift. My clothes hung in tatters, but I cared less.
Gabriel, on the other hand,, stood there, staring with an infuriating grin.
"That same scent..." he said dramatically, inhaling like an idiot. That same lithe, bossy little frame—but today...I swear, you look stunningly...