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
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Nora: I have questions. Patch: I should have known you've only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: Well, that and your… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.” “There’s all kinds of right,” he… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. “There’s nobody… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Religion?” I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion … cult.” “You belong… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch is the last person you want to antagoonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242) — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
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
Ready?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm… — 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
“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
You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me — 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
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it… — 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
