How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Bout time," she huffed, but her voice sounded thick and emotional too."I was at the hospital all day yesterday, but they wouldn't… — 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
Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came… — 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
I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don’t see any police cars.” “They probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I love you.” His voice was straightforward, affectionate. “You make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel."… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
But instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the… — 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
