Angel

“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

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

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

“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