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“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.”

“This is called you’re crazy.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“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 private, 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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“You want me to list characteristics of a … ?”

“Potential mate, yes, that would be helpful..."
Without meaning to, I looked sideways at Patch. He was eased back in his seat, one notch above a slouch, studying me with satisfaction. He flashed his pirate smile and mouthed, We’re waiting.
I stacked my hands on the table, hoping I lookedmore composed than I felt. “I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Well, think fast.”

“Could you call on someone else first?”

Coach gestured impatiently to my left. “You’re up, Patch.”

Unlike me, Patch spoke with confidence. He had himself positioned so his body was angled slightly toward mine, our knees mere inches apart.
“Intelligent. Attractive. Vulnerable”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Do I look like a summer fling?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“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 …”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“Inside our cozy, private room, I reached up and tugged on his silk necktie, undoing the knot. “You dress to impress,” I said approvingly.

“No, Angel.” He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. “I undress to impress.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer.

“There’s fog.”

“Patchy fog.”

Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Patch tipped my chin up. "If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Me Jev, you Nora.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Shh!” the guy beside me hissed again.

“Blame him,” I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back.

“Listen,” he said, facing me again. “If you don’t quiet down, I’ll get security.”

“Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away,” I said, again signaling Patch. “Tell them he wants to kill me.”

“I want to kill you,” hissed the guy’s girlfriend,”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Step one: Invade your opponet's mind. This is just like using mind-speak. Try it on me."

"That's easy," I said, casting my mental nets toward Dante, ensnaring his mind, and pushing words into his conscious thought. I'm in your mind, having a look around, and it's awfully empty in here.

Wiseacre, Dante returned.

Nobody says that anymore. Speaking of which, how old are you in Nephilim years? I'd never thought to ask.

I swore fealty during Napoleon's invasion of Italy-my homeland.

And that was in what year...? Help me out. I'm not a history buff.

Dante smiled. 1796.

Wow. You're old.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place."

Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer.

"If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?"

Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked.

“If I did?”

“I don’t like it.”

He grinned. “It stays. Angel.”

He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I know I can’t feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions you’ve given me. There is no regret in that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“He brushed my curls back off my face. “I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I’d have everything I want. You’re everything to me, Angel.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“Who 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 Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile.

"Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down."

"Jump."

"What?"

"I'll catch you."

"Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder."

"I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I study her," Patch said. "I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away. Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?"
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"The blood vessels in Nora's face are widening and her skin is warming," Patch said. "She knows she's being evaluated. She likes the attention, but she's not sure how to handle it."
"I am not blushing."
"She's nervous," Patch said. "She's stroking her arm to draw attention away from her face and down to her figure, or maybe her skin. Both are strong selling points.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Only downside to your place is the disturbing low amount of extraneous toiletries. No conditioner? Lip gloss? Sunscreen?" I jerked my thumb toward the front door. "I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."

He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence