I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot."" Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptuous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves." Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?

— Becca Fitzpatrick

I don't want to be here when my latest work of accidental art is discovered.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

If anyone were to find out—” I began. Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. “If I get caught, it’ll mean the end of kissing you. Do you really think I’d risk that?” His face grew serious. “I know I can’t feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions you’ve given me. There is no regret in that.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

If I had known things would turn out this way, I would have trained harder. I would have learned to take care of myself. But I guess that's the point, isn't it? You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.

— Becca Fitzpatrick

If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too."" Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my holders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

— Becca Fitzpatrick