He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.
Becca FitzpatrickYou dress to impress," I said approvingly. "No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress.
Becca FitzpatrickBeing with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
Becca FitzpatrickYou belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you?
Becca Fitzpatrick