And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
Becca FitzpatrickIs everything a joke to you?โ I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. โNot everything.โ โLike what?โ โYou.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre impinging on my private space,โ I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isnโt the SAT, Nora.
Becca FitzpatrickVee 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 hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Becca Fitzpatrick