Donโt start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.โ โShe needed a ride.โ I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. โWhat kind of ride?โ โNot that kind of ride,โ he said slowly.
Becca FitzpatrickI want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night,โ Patch told me gravely. โI want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you โ every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. Iโll make you happy. Every day, Iโll make you happy.
Becca FitzpatrickBiggest dream?โ I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. โKiss you.โ โThatโs not funny,โ I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didnโt stutter. โNo, but it made you blush.
Becca FitzpatrickIt makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.โ โIt does make a difference,โ I said, my voice small but confident. โYou and I share the same blood.โ I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. โIโm your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and youโll die. Itโs written in The Book of Enoch.
Becca FitzpatrickHeat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
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