Patch Quotes

“One last thing," he said. "Stop looking for me."

"I'm not looking for you." I scoffed.

He touched his index finger to my forehead, my skin absurdly warming under his touch. It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop. "Under all the layers, a part of you remembers. It's the part that came looking for me tonight. It's that part that's going to get you killed, if you're not careful."

We stood face-to-face, both of us breathing hard. The sirens were so close now.

"What am I supposed to tell the police?" I said.

"You're not going to talk to the police."

"Oh, really? Funny, because I plan on telling them exactly how you rammed that tire iron into Gabe's back. Unless you answer my questions."

He gave an ironic snort. "Blackmail? You've changed, Angel.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“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.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I trailed off. Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind.

I wanted to kiss him. Right now.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Are you defending Marcie?”

He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…”

I pointed at the door. “Out.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“You're crazy. You're impossible."

"I'm crazy?"

He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. "And I must be crazy for putting up with it.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax."

I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me.
Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body.

"I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for food.” A smile glittered in his eyes. “I might have gone overboard.”

I walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.

Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“His mouth twisted into a perceptive, sexy smile.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?" I looked away, flustered, automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. "What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and miced words make you come across--primal."

His smile tipped higher. "Primal."

"You're impossible."

"Me Jev, you Nora."

"Stop it." But I nearly smiled in spite of myself.

"Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. Hw moved closer, makin me acutely aware of his size, the rise and fall of his chest, the warm burn of his skin on mine. Electricity tingled along my scalp, and I shuddered with pleasure.

"It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought.

"Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadable passing over his eyes.

Unsure how to proceed, I attempted to wash away the moment with an airy laugh. "Are you flirting with me, Jev?"

"Does it feel that way to you?"

"I don't know you well enough to say either way." I tried to keep my voice level, neutral even.

"Then we'll have to change that."

Still uncertain of his motives, I cleared my throat. Two could play this game. "Running from bad guys together is your idea of playing getting-to-know-you?"

"No. This is." He dipped my body backward, drawing me up in a slow arc until he raised me flush against him. In his arms, my joints loosened, my defenses melting as he led me through the sultry steps.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“You're a liar!"

He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.”

“And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph.

“Is that a Freudian slip?”

His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”

“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ...

“Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“I believe in destiny Angel. I believe every choice I've made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for a very long time. I may have fallen from heaven, but I fell for you.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Patch is the last person you want to antagonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear quickly.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“Don't make me regret this," I said, breathless.
"You haven't regretted me once.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“You're the one thing I did right.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick

“Call me Patch. No, really. Call me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“la fortaleza no siempre va de la mano de la fuerza bruta. No tienes por qué dar palizas para ser luchadora. La violencia y la fuerza no son conceptos equivalentes.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“If he had learned anything in manhood, it was that it didn’t matter what other people thought of him—even the ones he respected. In the end, he would patch together a life, with its sorry errors and its triumphs, just as they had.”
― Conn Iggulden, Khan: Empire of Silver

“ "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

“You’re scared of what you can’t control.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush