Anna's POV
The wind rushed past me as I fell, my heart thundering in my chest. I'd braced myself for the inevitable painful impact, eyes squeezed shut, when suddenly I felt myself collide with something solid yet yielding. Not concrete, but arms-strong arms that caught me with such force that the air was knocked from my lungs.
I finally dared to open my eyes, and found myself staring at a perfect jawline, then into Marcus Murphy's bottomless dark eyes. A strange flutter of excitement rose in my chest.
"Uncle Marcus?" I asked tentatively, unable to hide the relief and unexpected joy in my voice. "Did you catch me? I already hurt my arm jumping from the third floor to the second-floor terrace—if it weren't for you, I would've been much worse off."
