It 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 FitzpatrickTacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!
Becca FitzpatrickAnd anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
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.
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