"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".

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.

You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

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.

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