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440 pages, Hardcover
First published October 4, 2011
Nora:“Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's"
Patch:"I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.”
"What does she look like?" And now I'd stooped from insecure to superficial.
"Stringy unwashed hair, doughy around the middle, unibrow."
[...]
I wondered if that translated to curvy and gorgeous with the brains of an astrophysicist.
"He's over you, just so we're clear."
"...I felt myself swaying, swaying. Falling into nothing. I was unconscious before I hit the ground"
"The last thing I remembered was the roar of air past my ears and the world crashing to black."
"It held the slightest trace of mint and black pepper."
"He wasn't wearing cologne, but there was an intriguing hint of fresh-cut grass and rainwater..."
"Leather, spice, mint."
"What do you want me to say? That I'm happy for you? I'm not. We used to make fun of the Millers. We used to joke that Marcie's attitude problem was mercury poisoning due to all the expensive seafood their family are. And now you're dating him?"
"And then I'm going out with Vee for doughnuts or whatever junk food she happens to crave today."
"I've sworn off guys. If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for."
I'll believe it when I see it, I thought with a smirk."
"I was a little worried what Vee and I would talk about...but I reassured myself that that was what made Vee and me do compatible. I could strategically steer our conversations by raising certain subjects and Vee could blather on forever about them."
"The memories were splintered and damaged, but they were there. I'd learned all this before."
"He watched the angel's face darken as if with blood."
“He said I might hallucinate?” (..)
I felt the sting of tears, but I refused to cry. Why me? Of all the billions of people out there, why me? Who did this to me? My mind was spinning in circles, trying to point a finger at someone, but I didn’t have a face, a voice. I didn’t have one shred of an idea.
“We should order pizza and watch movies tonight,” one of them said.
“No can do, girls. It’s just me and Susanna tonight.” I recognized the voice as belonging to Marcie Millar. She was in the middle of the lineup, tidying her strawberry blond side ponytail, pinning it in place with a pink plastic flower.
“You’re ditching us for your mom? Um, ouch?”
“Um, yes. Deal with it,” Marcie said.
(..) “Don’t even start,” Marcie said, but the smile in her voice clearly stated she was flattered by their disappointment. “My mom needs me. Girls’ night out.”
“Is she … you know … depressed?” the girl I believed to be Addyson asked.
“Seriously?” Marcie laughed. “She got to keep the house. She’s still a member of the yacht club. Plus she made my dad buy her a Lexus SC10. It’s sooo cute! And I swear half the single guys in town have already called or stopped by.” Marcie ticked each item off on her fingers so fluidly it made me think she’d been rehearsing this speech.
“She’s so beautiful.” Cassie sighed.
“Exactly. Whoever my dad hooks up with will be a major downgrade.”
“Is he seeing anybody?”
“Not yet. My mom has friends all over. Somebody would have seen something. So,” she transitioned with a gossipy voice, “did you guys see the news? About Nora Grey?”
My knees went a little soft at the mention of my name, and I flattened a hand to the wall for support.
“They found her in the cemetery, and they’re saying she can’t remember anything,” Marcie went on. “I guess she’s so messed up she even ran from the police. She thought they were trying to hurther.”
“My mom said she was probably brainwashed by her kidnapper,” Cassie said. “Like some skeezy guy could have made her think they were married.”
“Ew!” they all said in unison.
“Whatever happened, she’s damaged goods now,” Marcie said. “Even if she says she can’t remember anything, she knows what happened subconsciously. She’s going to be dragging around that baggage for the rest of her life. She might as well wrap herself in yellow tape that says, ‘Stay out and do not cross.’”
They giggled. Then Marcie said, “Back to class, girlies. I’m clean out of late passes. The secretaries keep locking them in their drawers. Whores.”
“We can’t outrun them to the Tahoe, and even if we could, I’m not dragging you into a car chase with Nephilim. DEAR READER They’ll walk away from a rolled or totaled car, but you might not. Better to take our chances on foot and circle back to the car after they’ve given up. There’s a nightclub a block from here. Not the cleanest place, but we can hide there.”
“Could you teach me?”
“If I taught you everything I know, we’d need a considerable amount of time alone together.”
Unsure if he was suggesting anything, I said, “I’m sure we could keep it … professional.”
“Speak for yourself,” he said in that same steady tone that made it hard to guess his intentions.
I strove for composure. Angry or not, I could be rational.“You lied, Vee. You looked me in the eye and lied. I’d believe it of my mom, but not you.” I pushed the door open. “How were you going to explain yourself when I got my memory back?” I demanded suddenly.
“I hoped you wouldn’t get it back.” Vee threw her hands in the air. “There. I said it. You were better off without it, if it meant not remembering that freak show. You don’t think straight when you’re around him. It’s like you see the one percent of him thatmight be good and miss the other ninety-nine percent of pure psychopathic evil!”
My jaw fell open.
“Anything else?” I snapped.
“Nope. That sums up my feelings pretty adequately on the subject.”
I shot out of the car and slammed the door.
Vee rolled down her window and poked her head out. “When you come back to your senses, you have my number!” she called out.
This book is for you if… you totally dug the first two books. Personally, I do not recommend this series. What was teenager me thinking?
‘I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.’