This isn't your fight, Patch," I said quietly.

His eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before. "You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

Autore: Becca Fitzpatrick

This isn't your fight, Patch," I said quietly.<br /><br />His eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before. "You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something had happened today? It was bad enough when I <i>thought</i> your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing. - Becca Fitzpatrick

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