Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too? — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Did they look like anyone we know? For example… a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I need an endorphin boost.” “And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?” “No, it will probably… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his… — 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
“I swear to you, Nora Grey, on this day, from now and forever, to give myself to you. I am yours. My… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I swear to you, Patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my… — 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
