The 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 FITZPATRICKAnd 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.
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Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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Sure thing, gumdrop. -scott
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She already has a car. A ford. Thats like toyotas worst enemy.
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Dont panic, i thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. You mean you can feel happy or sad or desire. A barely-there smile.
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Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
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I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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He tried to pull me against him, and i bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. ‘did you just bite me?
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I don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.
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…Five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and i realized the full impact of what id done, id feel my heart breaking.
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This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
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Patch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
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