In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?" "Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date." "About that," i hedged. "I'm sort of...going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling." Patch smiled, but it was tight. "I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.

Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper

Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.