“Step one: Invade your opponet's mind. This is just like using mind-speak. Try it on me." "That's easy," I said, casting my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“But strength doesn’t always mean brute force. You don’t have to kick ass to be a fighter. Violence doesn’t equal strength.” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch tipped my chin up. "If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“You don’t deserve me,” he agreed. “You deserve better. But you’re stuck with me, and you might as well get over it.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch wore black jeans and a matching T- shirt that hugged his form. He rested his hands on my shoulders, facing me.… — becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I was terrified of what might have happened to you," I choked out. "I was terrified thinking the same about you ."… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I dug the untraceable phone Patch had given me out of my handbag and dialled his number. "I have a free couple… — 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
