I might have been tempted to hit him square in the jaw had he not taken me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. There was hardly any space left between us, just a thin boundary of air, but Patch managed to eliminate it. "Let's be honest, Nora. You've got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I've got it bad for you." He leaned into me and put his mouth on mine. A lot of him was on me, actually. We touched base at several strategetic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

What little light was left inside me flickered out.

Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?

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

Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. “There’s nobody there,” the girlfriend told me. “You’re making them think they can’t see you, aren’t you?” I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.

You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.

Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.