"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".

He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.

It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.

Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.

Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.