I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

Violence doesn't equal strength.

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

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

You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.