"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 FitzpatrickIf you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
Becca FitzpatrickShh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.
Becca FitzpatrickI got a new job.โ Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.
Becca FitzpatrickAre you keeping anything else from me?โ โIโm keeping a lot of things from you.โ โLike?โ โLike the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
Becca Fitzpatrick