My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

How did you get in?" "I move in mysterious ways." "God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.

Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

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

I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.