"This isn't over," I said. "After everything we've been through, you don't get the right to brush me off. I'm not letting you off that easily." I wasn't sure if it was a threat, my last stab at defiance, or irrational words spoken straight from my splintered heart. "I want to protect you," Patch said quietly. He stood so close. All strength and heat and silent power. I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape. "But you didn't".
Becca FitzpatrickI didnโt accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.โ I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. โAre you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
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 FitzpatrickThe older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. โHoney,โ she told me, โhe looks slippery as soap.
Becca FitzpatrickBut instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings, but Patch slammed him against the wall again, disorienting him further. โTouch her,โ he said in Scottโs ear, his voice low and threatening, โand itโll be the biggest regret of your life.โ Before leaving, Patch flicked his eyes once in my direction. โHeโs not worth it.โ He paused. โAnd neither am I.
Becca Fitzpatrick