Nice costume," he said. "Ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours." Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't like it, I can take it off.

I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave." Patch :D (p. 295)

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.

Violence doesn't equal strength.

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

A girl could lather up in soap like that.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.