“Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—”“Desire.” A barely-there smile.”

“Would you girls like a free measuring—”“Put the damn measuring tape away,” Vee ordered. “I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.”

“I was terrified of what might have happened to you," I choked out. "I was terrified thinking the same about you.""The devilcraft-" I began. Patch exhaled beneath me, and my body dipped with his. His breath carried relief and raw emotion. His eyes, stripped of everything but sincerity, found mine. "My skin can be replaced. But you can't, Angel. When Dante left, I thought it was over. I thought I'd failed you. I've never prayed so hard in my life.”

“If you can't feel then why did you kiss me?""Because I can feel it here, in my heart.”

“You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”

“Did you know, the first time I saw you, I thought: I’ve never seen anything more captivating and beautiful?”“Why are you telling me this?” I said miserably.“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.”

“Walk out,” he repeated. “We need to talk.”“About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?” I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden.“That might be cute if you thought it was true.”