Thatโs an unfortunate place for a birthmark,โ I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. โYouโd prefer it someplace more private?โ โI wouldnโt prefer it anywhere.โ I wasnโt sure how this sounded and tried again. โI wouldnโt care if you didnโt have it at all.โ I tried a third time. โI donโt care about your birthmark, period.
Becca FitzpatrickHow was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us. "Interesting.Yours?" "Not so much." "Homework was brutal,huh?" He was making fun of me. "I didnยดt do homework." He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open. "Was that an innuendo?" "Just curious what my competition is." "Grow upp." His smile stretched. "Loosen up.
Becca FitzpatrickRight now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
Becca FitzpatrickWho wants to kill you?โ the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. โThereโs nobody there,โ the girlfriend told me. โYouโre making them think they canโt see you, arenโt you?โ I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.
Becca Fitzpatrick