"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 FitzpatrickYou killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.
Becca FitzpatrickThere was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.
Becca FitzpatrickYou didnโt tell me she was so soft on the eyes,โ he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. โI didnโt tell her how hard you are on them either,โ Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
Becca FitzpatrickI felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.
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