How does this whole guardian angel business work? Am I the only person who can see you? I mean, are you invisible… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
GUESS WHERE I AM. CLUE? she texted back SWEAR U WON'T TELL A SOUL? U HAVE 2 ASK? I reluctantly texted,@ DINNER… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Does Patch have a restraining order against him?' he read. 'Is Patch a felon?' 'Give-me-that!' I hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I study her,” Patch said. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Does this have anything to do with the unit we’re studying? Because I can’t find anything about desired characteristics of a mate… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
She looked up, her face pink as a Christmas ham. “You ever try chasing down a car?” she gasped. “I’ll one-up you.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
