Science is an investigation,” coach said, sanding his hands together. “science requires us to transform into spies.” put that way, science almost sounded fun. But i’d been in coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up.
BECCA FITZPATRICKScience is an investigation,” coach said, sanding his hands together. “science requires us to transform into spies.” put that way, science almost sounded fun. But i’d been in coach’s class long enough not to get my hopes up.
BECCA FITZPATRICKRight now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBusted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI take my job seriously, which means i’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
BECCA FITZPATRICKSomething doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe likes you, she just doesn’t understand you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMen are attracted to beauty because it indicates health and youthno point mating with a sickly woman who wont be around to raise the children.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThey say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
BECCA FITZPATRICK