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

What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

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

You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

I swear to you, Nora Grey, on this day, from now and forever, to give myself to you. I am yours. My love, my body, my soul—I place in your possession and protection.” He held out the ring, a single offering, a binding promise. ~ Patch + Nora

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.