Becca Fitzpatrick

“Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won’t be pretty.”“I’ll relay the message.”“If you tell me where he’s hiding, I’ll relay it myself.”I had to work not to smile. “Something tells me your message would be a lot more direct.”“Let’s just say he’d get the point.”

“It’s so real.""Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.”

“The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.”

“In the end, the only thing between us was silence.”

“The truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But it’s definitely not going to happen if I lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. I’m going to school today, end of story.”

“The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.”

“Right now, Vee was the only person I could count on. She could be obnoxious, annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.”

“He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.”

“He nuzzles my neck affectionately. "I love you. I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.”

“If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated."Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?"I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?"I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.”

“Patch wore black jeans and a matching T- shirt that hugged his form. He rested his hands on my shoulders, facing me. "Ready?"Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that."Amusement softened his eyes."I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added.Patch grinned. "Sounds promising.”

“You smell good.""It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-""Naked. I know the drill.”

“Patchs blick gled långsamt över mig och blev kolsvart. "Det blir inte lätt för mig att skicka iväg dig med Scott i den där klänningen. Bara så du vet - om klänningen inte sitter ordentligt på plats när du kommer hem tänker jag leta upp Scott, och då blir det inte vackert.”

“Jag har saknat dig, min ängel. Det gick inte en enda dag utan att jag saknade dig i mitt liv. Det plågade mig så mycket att jag började tro att Hank hade brutit löftet och dödat dig. Jag såg ditt spöke överallt. Jag kunde inte glömma dig, och jag ville inte. Du hemsökte mig, men det var bättre än att förlora dig helt.”

“Too bad. There's a party on the coast. I thought we could go." He actually sounded sincere. ( a bit after) I affected a yawn. "Well, like I said, it's a school night." In hopes of convincing myself more than him, I added, " if this party is something you'd be interested in, I can almost guarantee I won't be." There, I though. Case closed- page 77”

“Nice costume," he said."Ditto. I can tell you put alot of though into yours."Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't like it, I can take it off."I tapped my chin thoughtfully. "That just might be the best proposal I've had all night.""My offers are always the best, Angel.”

“I dug the untraceable phone Patch had given me out of my handbag and dialled his number."I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's a very dark, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes."I heard the smile in his voice."You want me bad.""I need and an endorphin boost.""And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?""No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I'm more than happy to test the theory.”

“Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name.”

“Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.”

“You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.”

“You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.”

“Scott gave my knee an affectionate squeeze. "You'll never hear me admit this again, so listen up. You look good, Grey. On a scale from one to ten, you're definitely in the top half.""Gee, thanks.""You're not the kind of girl I would have chased after when I was in Portland, but I'm not the same guy I was back then either. You're a little too good for me, and let's face it, a little too smart.""You've got street smarts," I pointed out."Stop interrupting. You're going to make me lose my place.""You've got this speech memorized?"A smirk. "I've got a lot of time on my hands. As I was saying--hell. I forgot where I was.""You were telling me I can rest assured that I'm better-looking than half the girls at my school.""That was a figure of speech. If you want to get technical, you're better-looking than ninety percent. Give or take."I laid a hand over my heart. "I'm speechless."Scott got down on his knee and clasped my hand dramatically. "Yes, Nora. Yes, I'll go to the homecoming dance with you.”

“I walked to Scott, each step heavy, tears hot on my face, my hands hovering uselessly over his rapidly decaying body. I shut my eyes, forcing myself to recall his lopsided grin. Not his vacant eyes. In my mind, I played back his teasing laugh. Not the gurgling, gasping sounds he'd made right before dying. I remembered his warmth in accidental touches and playful jabs, knowing his body was rotting even as I clung to the memory. "Thank you," I choked out, telling myself that somewhere nearby, he could still hear my voice. "You saved my life. Good-bye, Scott. I'll never forget you, that's my oath to you. Never." I vowed.”

“Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.”

“A SACRED OATHA FALLEN ANGELA FORBIDDEN LOVE”

“I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won't be pretty.”

“Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.”

“Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.”

“Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once.”

“But instead of taking the cue to leave, Patch crossed to Scott in three steps. He flung him around to face the wall. Scott tried to get his bearings, but Patch slammed him against the wall again, disorienting him further. “Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.”Before leaving, Patch flicked his eyes once in my direction. “He’s not worth it.” He paused. “And neither am I.”

“Er war zu spät in meine Leben getreten, und jetzt verließ er es zu früh.”

“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.”

“One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don't get too excited, but I bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you've had your eye on a Volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.”

“We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.”

“You want to possess my body, don't you?" "Girl, there's a lot of things I want to do to your body, but that isn't one of them”

“You don't happen to have a thousand dollars I can borrow?" "I don't have five you can borrow. My piggy bank is officialy anorexic.”

“Do you think the Bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it's real?" "I think Pastor Calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction.”

“You're crazy. You're impossible.""I'm crazy?"He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. "And I must be crazy for putting up with it.”

“Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?”

“The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot." She paused. "Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.”

“I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.”

“You want me to come clean, I will. I'll tell you everything. Who I am and what I've done. Every last detail. I'll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now. I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.”

“This place is packed," Vee complained. "Where am I supposed to park?" She steered down an alley and slowed to a stop behind a bookstore. "This looks good. Lots of parking back here.""The sign says employee parking only." "How are they going to know that we aren't employees? The Neon blends right in. All these cars speak low class.""The sign says violators will be towed.""They just say that to scare people like you and me away. It's an empty threat. Nothing to worry about.".......Vee came to a halt. "What is THAT?"We were standing in the parking lot behind the bookstore, a few feet from the Neon, and we were staring at a large piece of metal attached to the left rear tire. "I think it's a car boot," I said."I can see that. What's it doing on my car?""I guess when they say all violators will be towed, they mean it.”

“We need a ride. We're stranded.""We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY?" she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. "What?" I said. "We have to get in.”

“..."Good, because I need your help.""Help is my middle name."I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.”

“Your biggest dream?""Kiss you.”

“You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?"No answer."He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away."I didn't want to think about it."What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?""What?""Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.”

“..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.”

“Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand...”

“I'd fallen in love with the devil.”