Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south, stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “Because I feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly. “I haven’t lost the ability to feel emotion.” He watched me closely. “Let me put it this way. Our emotional connection isn’t lacking.

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I squinted at the cue ball, then at the triangle of balls farther down the table.

“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.

I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”

“Five dollars.”

I felt him give a soft shake of his head.

“Your jacket.”

“You want my jacket?”

“I want it off.

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I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said.

“Don’t write that.

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Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got a lot of things I’d rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent.

“I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.

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He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.

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I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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You’re crowding me. I need— room.”...
What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

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It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.”

“It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.

Becca Fitzpatrick


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