Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

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

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

You'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.

Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.