Thatโs an unfortunate place for a birthmark,โ I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. โYouโd prefer it someplace more private?โ โI wouldnโt prefer it anywhere.โ I wasnโt sure how this sounded and tried again. โI wouldnโt care if you didnโt have it at all.โ I tried a third time. โI donโt care about your birthmark, period.
Becca FitzpatrickAnything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
Becca FitzpatrickHeat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
Becca FitzpatrickYou should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.
Becca Fitzpatrick