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“Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling.

"That sounds really dirty."

Patch waggled his brows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Ready?"

Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles.

"Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that."

Amusement softened his eyes.

"I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added.

Patch grinned. "Sounds promising.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I was terrified of what might have happened to you," I choked out.

"I was terrified thinking the same about you."

"The devilcraft-" I began.

Patch exhaled beneath me, and my body dipped with his. His breath carried relief and raw emotion. His eyes, stripped of everything but sincerity, found mine. "My skin can be replaced. But you can't, Angel. When Dante left, I thought it was over. I thought I'd failed you. I've never prayed so hard in my life.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's a very private, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes."

I heard the smile in his voice. "You want me bad.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Patch tipped my chin up. "If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Step one: Invade your opponet's mind. This is just like using mind-speak. Try it on me."

"That's easy," I said, casting my mental nets toward Dante, ensnaring his mind, and pushing words into his conscious thought. I'm in your mind, having a look around, and it's awfully empty in here.

Wiseacre, Dante returned.

Nobody says that anymore. Speaking of which, how old are you in Nephilim years? I'd never thought to ask.

I swore fealty during Napoleon's invasion of Italy-my homeland.

And that was in what year...? Help me out. I'm not a history buff.

Dante smiled. 1796.

Wow. You're old.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won’t be pretty.â€�

“I’ll relay the message.�

“If you tell me where he’s hiding, I’ll relay it myself.�

I had to work not to smile. “Something tells me your message would be a lot more direct.�

“Let’s just say he’d get the point.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you’ll ever know. You’re immortal now. And so am I. That’s something.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I've missed you,Angel. I dod not spent a day without missing you in my life. I became obsessed to the point I thought Hank had backed off of his oath and had killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't scape from you and i din't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“What do I have to do to convince you that I'm only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl I love?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“But strength doesn’t always mean brute force. You don’t have to kick ass to be a fighter. Violence doesn’t equal strength.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick , Finale

“I feel you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“It’s so real."

"Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“It will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress even slightly wrinkled, I will trace Scott, and when I find him, it's not gonna be pretty.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I got to my feet and brushed sand off the seat of my pants. 'How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.'

He laughed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. 'Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“It's a lot like a biology study date,' I told my reflection nonchalantly. 'Only... Without the biology and studying.'

Biology study date...”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Without a word, I moved beside him.He slid the cutting board in front of me.
"First," he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, "choose your tomato." He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. "Good. Now pick up the knife."
"Does the hef always stand this close?" I asked, not sure If I liked of feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me.
"When he is revealing culinary secrets, yes. Hold the knife like you mean it.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Sé mi chica, Nora. Sé mi todo.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick Finale

“¿Asustada, ángel?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Eratutta colpa mia. Se non fosse stato per me, lui non sarebbe mai diventato un angelo custode. Se non fosse stato per me, gli arcangeli non sarebbero mai stati così decisi a distruggerlo. L'avevo messo io in quella situazione”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Los humanos son vulnerables porque son capaces de ser heridos”
― Becca Fitzpatrick Hush Hush

“How about a ... deal?" His face was bent down, shadowed, and he looked up at me through his lashes. The effect was an impression of trustworthiness. "Help me make tacos, and I'll answer a dew of your questions.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“ "Good. Now for the big question-how do you know if she's game or if she wants you to move on?"
  "I study her," Patch said. "I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“Graffiti splashed the walls, and cigarette butts dotted the foundation. Clearly Bo's would be filled with future Ivy Leaguers and model citizens.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I caught his eye and couldn't help but match his smile-briefly. "Hopefully not in your favor. Biggest dream?" I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.
  "Kiss you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Mmm, check it out," said Vee. "Mr. Green Sweater is getting out of his seat. Now that's a body that hits the gym regularly. He is definitely making his way toward us, his eyes pursuing the real estate, your real estate, that is.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush