Hush, Hush

called out. “Your wings have been stripped, haven’t they?” The boy—angel—whoever he was did not turn back. Chauncey did not need the confirmation.
“This service I’m to provide,” he shouted. “I demand to know what it is!” The air resonated with the boy’s low laughter.

That’s the thing about fear. It brings out the worst in us.”

He was the worst kind of wrong. He was so wrong it felt right, and that made me feel completely out of control.

"He's tall, dark, and annoying.

“We still have a lot to talk about,” I said.

“Talk?” He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts

Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!”

Patch grinned. “I can fly.”

“You’re a guardian angel now.” I was still too much in awe to wrap my mind around it, but at the same time I felt amazement, curiosity … happiness.

“I’m your guardian angel,” he said

Jules ripped off the headlamp and ski mask. “In the flesh.”

“Are you keeping anything else from me?” I wanted to know.

“I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”

My insides took a steep dive. “Like?”

“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you.” Patch braced one hand against the mirror behind me, his weight tipping toward me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.”