There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.” “Sick?” Vee demanded. “How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?” “Sick as in it’s coming out both ends.” Vee scrunched her nose. “Too much information.
Becca FitzpatrickIf you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.
Becca FitzpatrickI missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
Becca FitzpatrickAnthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.
Becca FitzpatrickHe 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 FitzpatrickDid they look like anyone we know? For example… a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would obviously give us Marcie Millar
Becca FitzpatrickIt makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.
Becca FitzpatrickI shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.” “There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ... “Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.
Becca FitzpatrickVee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
Becca FitzpatrickAngel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)
Becca FitzpatrickBefore I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.
Becca FitzpatrickYou killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.
Becca FitzpatrickA feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and I feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
Becca FitzpatrickI personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
Becca FitzpatrickWho wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. “There’s nobody there,” the girlfriend told me. “You’re making them think they can’t see you, aren’t you?” I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)
Becca FitzpatrickWhen I watched Lifetime original movies, it took me a day or two to get over the idea that the cute boy next door is actually a serial killer.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
Becca FitzpatrickYou’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.
Becca FitzpatrickBusted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
Becca FitzpatrickHis muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
Becca FitzpatrickWe don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.
Becca FitzpatrickI’d like to. Problem is, I’m not stupid.” “You act stupid.” “Right. Thanks for that. For your information, there’s a difference between acting stupid and being stupid.” “It’s a fine line, but someone has to draw it.
Becca FitzpatrickAll I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my fingers around it. He kissed my knuckles. "I was going to give this back earlier, but it wasn't finished." I opened my palm and held the ring up. The same heart was engraved on the underside, but now there were two names carved on either side of it: NORA and JEV. I looked up. "Jev? That's your real name?" "Nobody's called me that in a long time.
Becca FitzpatrickAnything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. "Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
Becca FitzpatrickLet me show you,” he said in my ear. “Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it’s all in the hips.
Becca FitzpatrickThis is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.
Becca FitzpatrickNope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?" Nora (p. 287)
Becca FitzpatrickI would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.
Becca FitzpatrickShouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked. He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?” I snorted. By accident. “Are you asking me out?” “You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.” “I don’t care what you like. I’m not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.
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