And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKVee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
-
-
Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
What good is a body if i can’t have you?
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Right now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Humans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
I take my job seriously, which means i’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
BECCA FITZPATRICK -
He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
BECCA FITZPATRICK