Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
We need a ride. We're stranded." "We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I believe in destiny Angel. I believe every choice I've made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for… — 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
Science is an investigation," Coach said, sanding his hands together. "Science requires us to transform into spies." Put that way, science almost… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“No, hear me out. The long answer to that question is that everything about me has changed since meeting you. What I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The antique, almost primitive band he held between his fingers caught the sunlight, glinting silver. “I found this ring shortly after I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind. — 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
