I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago. — 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
I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his… — 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
“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 sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about… — 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
I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into 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
