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

“All 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.”

“I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.”

“Religion?” I asked more firmly.Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion … cult.”“You belong to a cult?” I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn’t have.“As it turns out, I’m in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I’d planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you’re ready now …”

“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.”

“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.”

“Friends don't let friends drive drunk.""Are you trying to appeal to my conscience?""How can you turn down a once-in-a-lifetime chance to drive the 'Stang?""How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.""Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.”