You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.

I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic