I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing.
Becca FitzpatrickI looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic
Becca FitzpatrickShe looked up, her face pink as a Christmas ham. โYou ever try chasing down a car?โ she gasped. โIโll one-up you. I gave Scott my hot dog and asked if heโd go to Summer Solstice with me.โ โWhat does the hot dog have to do with anything?โ โI said heโd be a wiener if he didnโt go with me.โ Vee wheezed laughter. โIโd have run harder had I known Iโd get to see you call him a wiener.
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