It 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 FitzpatrickDonโt panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. โYou mean you can feel happy or sad orโโ โDesire.โ A barely-there smile.
Becca FitzpatrickAre you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.
Becca FitzpatrickMy mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.
Becca FitzpatrickShouldnโt you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?โ I choked. He smiled. โWhat are you doing Sunday night?โ I snorted. By accident. โAre you asking me out?โ โYouโre getting cocky. I like that, Angel.โ โI donโt care what you like. Iโm not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.
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.
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