I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.
Becca FitzpatrickI missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
Becca FitzpatrickTry it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile depened. "Zip it up?" Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, i will track Scott down, and when i find him, it won't be pretty.
Becca FitzpatrickIt makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.โ โIt does make a difference,โ I said, my voice small but confident. โYou and I share the same blood.โ I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. โIโm your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and youโll die. Itโs written in The Book of Enoch.
Becca Fitzpatrick