Lillian Devlin

“Ready?"

Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles.

"Ready to wrestle with 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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Then let's do the interview over the phone. I've got a list of questions right-'

He hung up on me.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled Jerk on the first line. On the line beneath it I added, smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. Excellent physical shape. ”
― 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

“-Do you want to posses my body?
-"I want to do many things to your body but that's not one of them”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush