He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.

I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.

Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.