A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said. “Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.

Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.