The Mortal Instrements

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Hush, Hush Saga by Becca Fitzpatrick

Nora and Patch

Book I: Hush Hush (October 13, 2009)

For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along.

With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment.
But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is, and to know more about her than her closest friends. She can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything Patch makes her feel.

For Nora is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost her life.


Nora finds Patch intolerable and unsettling, as Patch is in turns able to draw her in and repel her with his behavior. Patch seems to know more about Nora than her best friends do, and after several inexplicable and life-threatening encounters that all seem to involve Patch, Nora becomes obsessed with figuring out who Patch is and why he is so determined to be in her life.

Her quest for answers lands her in several dangerous situations, finally leading to the stunning reveal that Patch is in fact an angel who fell from Heaven, and who meant to kill her: explaining why he was in her school to begin with. Patch had found a way to become human through the text in the Book of Enoch. By killing Nora, he succeeds in killing his Nephilim vassal, Chauncey Langeais, turning Patch to human. Dabria, Patch's ex-angel-girlfriend, wants Patch to save Nora's life, thus turning him to a guardian angel so that they can be together again. Patch insists on becoming human, following his original plan. But this plan goes haywire when he accidentally falls in love with Nora.

In a turn of events, Jules is revealed to be Chauncey, who wants revenge on Patch for tricking him into swearing an oath that will allow Patch to take over his body during the Hebrew month of Cheshvan. Nora kills him by sacrificing herself amidst their fight in the school. Patch, having fallen in love with Nora, chooses to save her rather than accepting the sacrifice to become human. By saving her, he becomes her guardian angel, but also effectively killing Chauncey, who had no soul to reanimate his dead body. At the end of the book it is clear that Nora and Patch have their happily ever after... for now.

My Shelfari Review:

I just started reading a couple of hours ago, and the time is flying by and I can't stop reading!! The book is so good and so original, I loved the story line and the characters, Nora, Patch and Vee are so much fun to read about, especially Patch :) Not the ending I hoped for, but the book was great! and surprising.

I loved Hush, Hush more than Fallen, this book is my second Fallen-Angels story, Patch is very hot and scary, and I liked the last surprises at the end. Nora's character is fun and I loved the atmosphere of the farm and the town's carnival and someone coming to kill her all the time. I really liked Vee Sky too but everyone seems to hate her.

Quotes form Hush Hush: (I LOVE Patch)

P:“Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”

“You smell good, too,” said Patch “It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.“Naked. I know the drill.”

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”

N: “You possess other people's...bodies." He accepted that statement with a nod. "Do you want to possess my body?"
P: "I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.”

N: “She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.”

P: “What good is a body if I can't have you?”

N:“You're not impressing me."
P:"I haven't started trying yet.”

N: “I don't go out with strangers,"
P: "Good think I do. I'll pick you up at five.”

N: “My clothes are soaked. I don't have anything to wear."
P: "Lucky me.”

God!!! I really love Patch!!! He makes me laugh a lot!

Book II: Crescendo (October 19, 2010)

Nora Grey's life is still far from perfect. Surviving an attempt on her life wasn't pleasant, but at least she got a guardian angel out of it: a mysterious, magnetic, gorgeous guardian angel. But, despite his role in her life, Patch has been acting anything but angelic. He's more elusive than ever and, even worse, he's started spending time with Nora's arch-enemy, Marcie Millar.

Nora would ave hardly noticed Scott Parnell, an old family friend who has moved back to town, if Patch hadn't been acting so distant. Even with Scott's totally infuriating attitude Nora finds herself drawn to him - despite her lingering feeling that he's hiding something.

Haunted by images of her murdered father, and questioning whether her Nephilim bloodline has anything to do with his death, Nora puts herself in increasingly dangerous situations as she searches for answers. But maybe some things are better left buried, because the truth could destroy everything -and everyone- she trusts.


My Shelfari Review:

“I decided to reread 'Hush, Hush' before reading Crescendo.

I just began reading Crescendo and I reached chapter 3. I got to say I had that feeling from book one, that Patch is the one who killed Nora's dad, I'm not sure if I'm right or wrong yet.

I can't believe she told him she loves him then broke up with him the next day!

I was dead wrong!! Patch is just naughty!! The ending was great. I love Patch and Nora together! Can't wait for book 3!”


Nora Grey life seems perfect, she has a new boyfriend in Patch, once a fallen Angel now Nora's guardian angel. Their new relationship seems perfect and Nora devotes every waking moment with Patch. Until Nora tells Patch that she loves him, and he doesn't respond. Soon Patch isn't calling Nora and doesn't respond when she calls him. Nora is shocked to finds out from Marcie that Patch stood outside Marci's house the night that Nora told Patch she loved him. That night Patch shows up at Nora's house, confronts him about why he was outside Marci's house he doesn't respond. Patch seems cold toward Nora upsetting Nora even more. Patch informs her that since getting his wings back he has been put on a short leacharchangels will probably send him to Hell if he tells Nora he loves her. Nora scared that she will lose Patch completely decides to end their relationship.

Nora is soon reintroduced to childhood friend Scott Parnell, and soon finds out that her former friend has some dark secrets. While her mother insists that she stay away from Scott, Nora becomes obsessed with finding out Scott's secret. Nora believes that Scott could very well be Nephilim, and convinces Vee Skye to come with her as she follows him. After Scott confronts her he invites her to a pool hall. With a reputation worse than that of Bo's Arcade. While there she runs into Patch who insists that Nora isn't safe and that she needs to go home. Patch also confirms that Scott is a Nephil, and a member of a Nephilim Blood Society, an organization which works to break the hold fallen angels have on the Nephilim. Ultimately refusing to takes Patches advise, she decides to make Patch jealous when she later spots Patch their with Marci. Soon someone attempts to rob the pool hall. When Scott refuses to hand over his money, a fight soon breaks out and gunfire takes place. Pulling her out of the Mayhem Patch offers Nora his Jeep, when he refuses to leave Marcie behind she refuses the Jeep and fires Patch as her guardian angel.

While she is with Vee having lunch, Scott appears at a window luring Nora outside to come talk to him. Nora also receives a envelope containing a ring and a note telling her the black hand killed her father. Inviting her to a Battle of the Bands, Nora still curious about the secrets that surround Scott Nora accepts. While waiting for Scott to find a parking space and waiting for Vee to arrive. Nora spots a figure that resembles her father, and follows him to an abandoned townhouse where he disappears. She hears his voice telling her to turn around that she is in danger, Unwilling to turn away Nora calls out to the voice, the voice responding to her changes, becomes colder. When Nora responds a hand reaches out to her and soon she is being attacked. Once Nora is able to free herself she finds that no harm has been done to her. Realizing that the voice was not her father, and someone is trying to kill her.

The next day, she heads off to the media center, where she passes out. She wakes up and hides when she hears someone. The door is broken down by Scott. Vee comes in with her boyfriend, Rixon, and he and Scott get into a fight. Vee stops Rixon and calls the police on Scott. Nora looks at the door Scott broke through and notices it was locked with a dead bolt. She and Rixon realize that Scott is a Nephilim.

Nora, Vee and Rixon head to the amusement park, where Scott appears with a gun. Rixon leads Nora to an underground tunnel for her safety. Nora hears her dad’s voice in her head, telling her to touch Rixon’s scars. She complies and is whisked to the past, where she sees Rixon holding a gun at her dad. She returns to the present and tries to escape from Rixon, realizing he is evil. Rixon pursues her, wanting to use her as a human sacrifice. Nora bumps into Scott and informs him that he is an immortal Nephilim so he cannot die. Patch appears just as Nora is shot by Rixon.

After checking out of the hospital, Nora finds Patch, who becomes happy to see her. He tells her he sent Rixon to hell and admits he loves her. Just then, Hank Millar, revealed to be Nora's real father, comes in and takes Patch away from her. The book ends when Hank Millar asks Nora if it was her that killed "his dear friend, Chauncey Langeais."

Model Samantha Ruggiero portraying Nora Grey

Book III: Silence (October 4, 2011)

The noise between Patch and Nora is gone.

They’ve overcome the secrets riddled in Patch’s dark past...
Bridged two irreconcilable worlds...
Faced heart-wrenching tests of betrayal, loyalty, and trust...
And all for a love that will transcend the boundary between heaven and earth.

Armed with nothing but their absolute faith in each other, Patch and Nora enter a desperate fight to stop a villain who holds the power to shatter everything they’ve worked for—and their love—forever.




Patch rocked his chair back on two legs, stretched out his arms, and folded them behind his
neck. His gaze was nailed to the doors leading inside Enzo’s Bistro. He’d asked for a table at the
back, in a shadowy corner where the light didn’t quite reach. A votive candle flickered on every other table, but Patch had snuffed his between his fingers upon sitting. Across the table, Rixon was sprawled in his chair, eyes tracing the ceiling in overdone boredom.

“I’ll wait for you till I turn blue,” Rixon sang in a mutter. “There’s nothing more a man can do. Ya
drank with demons straight from”—he broke off and, arching a suggestive eyebrow, pointed
beneath his feet—“hell. They almost nearly won as weeeell.”

Patch smiled. “Warming up for your American Idol audition?”
Rixon kicked him under the table. “When are you going to tell me what you’re up to?”
A waitress swept past, dropping off two coffees.
Patch took a drink. “Up to?”

“We’ve been coming here—Enzo’s, is it?—every Thursday night round eight. Five weeks in a row.
And you thought I didn’t notice.”

“Four weeks.”

Rixon gave a theatrical eye roll. “The lad can count.”

“They have good coffee.”

“Right, then. Trouble with that is, you can’t taste it,” Rixon pointed out. “Moving on to lie number
two, then?”

“I like the atmosphere.”

Rixon’s eyes bugged with astonishment. “Every girl in this place is under twenty. What do you say
we scam up some birds a little closer to our own age … seven hundred, at least.”

“I’m not here for the girls.” Just one of them. His eyes flicked to his watch, then back to the doors.

Any minute now.

“Not here for the girls,” Rixon echoed. “Not here for the gambling, the drinking, the fighting. By all accounts, we’re blowing a perfectly good night in a reputable establishment. Either you’ve started listening to the wee little angel on your shoulder, or that iniquitous brain of yours is tossing around some scheme.”


“And I’m betting on the latter. What I want to know is what worthwhile scheme involves a squeaky clean high school hangout?” he asked, casting a baleful eye about the place.

Outside, a familiar silhouette jogged past the bank of rain-splattered windows. The girl had her
arms crossed over her head, doing an amusing job of trying to shield the rain. She hurried inside,
giving the door an extra shove to allow her blond companion time to squeeze in before it slammed
shut. They stood in the entrance a moment, shaking off rain and stamping their feet dry.

Rixon was still poking around for answers, but Patch had tuned him out. He was immensely
conscious of the shorter of the two girls, a slim redhead with straight shoulders and a chin she held
slightly raised in a gesture that could be mistaken for conceit. He’d watched her long enough to
know it was something else. He toyed with words like “cagey,” “unassuming” … “prudent.” She’d
raked her hair up into a stringent bun, but a few rogue pieces had fallen loose, and the effect brought the slightest curve to his mouth.

Even if he hadn’t memorized her schedule, the black span-dex running pants and wide-necked
sweatshirt that she seemed engaged in a battle of tug-of-war with—one moment it would slide off
her shoulder and the next she’d hitch it back into place—would have told him she’d come from the
gym. Among the growing list of things he was discovering about her: She was a fair-weather
exerciser. Once a week at most. And only when the blonde, a yo-yo dieter, dragged her along.
The hostess led the girls in Patch’s direction. Patch slouched, discreetly angling his baseball cap
to shield his face. Every other week he’d watched the redhead from across the restaurant, making
sure she never had reason to glance his way. She typically sat with her chin propped on laced
fingers, listening attentively as the blonde went off on guys, miracle diets, celebrity breakups, or her horoscope.

The hostess weaved to the side suddenly, seating the girls a few tables down. A slippery feeling
of anxiety tumbled inside Patch, and the sensation almost made him laugh. When was the last time
he’d felt boyish nervousness over being caught in a reprobate act?

But he had to play this safe. When he finally introduced himself to the redhead, creating the
illusion of meeting for the first time, it had to appear random. Only after he knew her inside and out would he nail down a strategy to gain her trust.

Then he’d drop the proverbial ax.

Rixon was wrong. The angel on his shoulder had long ago been bound and silenced. Patch was
driven by his own highest good, his moral compass a function of utility. He had a plan in everything, but the end result was always the same: to satisfy his wants.

After all this time, he was going to get a human body. Because he wanted it, and he had a plan.
And the very heart of that plan sat feet away, stabbing at her ice water with a straw.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking we need to start sopho-more year off with a bang,” the
blonde announced loudly to the redhead. “No more ho-hum. This year is gonna be epic. No holds
barred. And nothing could make this year more epic than snagging Luke Messersmith as my
boyfriend. I already jump-started my this-is-how-I’m-gonna-get-him plan. I Sharpied my phone
number on his garage door. All that’s left now is to sit back and wait.”

“For the restraining order?” The redhead was full-on grinning, lighting up her whole face. Clearly
she didn’t know the effect it had, Patch thought, or she’d do it more often.

“What, you don’t like obvious?” the blonde argued.

“His parents are going to blacklist you. Any way you look at it, seven digits Sharpied on a garage
door doesn’t make for the best icebreaker.”

Patch couldn’t take his eyes off her. This week more so than the last. Come to think of it, that had
been the pattern from the start. It was inconvenient that she didn’t resemble Chauncey’s long-lost
descendant; killing her would have brought him significantly more enjoyment. He didn’t know what
he’d expected, but not this. Long legs, but a cautious, reserved stride. Prim features. A laugh that
wasn’t too loud or too soft. Everything in its place.

Another near smile crept to his mouth. He was seized by the urge to put a crack in her. To make
her carefully constructed world topple. One line was all it would take to make her blush. He’d bet
money on it.

“Maybe next time go with a text,” the redhead suggested. “‘Hey, Luke, here are my digits.’ Works for the rest of the population.”

The blonde blew out a sigh and plunked her chin on her fist. “Fudge it. Snagging Luke
Messersmith was a crapshoot anyway. What we need is to set our sights elsewhere. Road trip to
Portland. Man, that would make Marcie blow steam out her ears. You and me hanging out with
college guys while she models slutty swimsuits at J.C. Penney in front of drooling, prepubescent

Rixon’s chair scraped forward. “I give up,” he said, drawing Patch’s attention. “I. Give. Up. What
are you after?”

Patch took another sip of coffee. “Quality time with you.”

“See, when you lie to me it hurts,” Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. “I thought we had
something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond. I know you’re up to something and if I have to, I’ll beat it out of you.”

“Give it a rest.”
“I’d like to. Problem is, I’m not stupid.”
“You act stupid.”

“Right. Thanks for that. For your information, there’s a difference between acting stupid and being stupid.”

“It’s a fine line, but someone has to draw it.”

Rixon flattened his hands to the table with a resounding thud. “What are we doing here other than
taking an honest stab at death by boredom? And if you don’t come clean in the next three seconds, I’ll make good on my threat to make a punching bag out of your arrogant smirk.”
Patience. When I bring it up, this is what I’m talking about, Patch spoke to his friend’s mind.
Digging up each other’s flaws, are we? Tsk, tsk. That’s no way to kindle a friendship. As for your
flaws, you’ve forgotten how to have fun. Why don’t we go find a group of Nephilim to terrorize?
Rixon started to stand.

Patch began to rise as well, but the conversation three tables over penetrated his conscious
thought, momentarily diverting his attention.

“Why can’t any of the guys at school look like … those two guys over there. Yowza.”

The blonde’s voice hung in the air. Patch barely had time to glance sideways and see that both
she and the redhead had their eyes pinned on him, definitely and fully aware of him—when Rixon
shoved his fist into his jaw. Patch’s head snapped sideways, giving him a direct but swimming
picture of the redhead’s mouth forming a perfect and astonished O.

Well, this was inconvenient.

“Told you I’d beat it out of you,” Rixon cackled, dodging lithely around the table.
Patch was on his feet in an instant.

Rixon barreled into him, slamming him back against the wall and into a picture frame. It hit the
ground, glass shattering.

From the edge of his vision, Patch saw the redhead blink in stunned confusion and, if he wasn’t
mistaken, just enough alarm to bring him a certain satisfaction … and encourage him on.
Patch reflexively dipped, and Rixon’s next jab passed over his shoulder. With an upward swipe,
Patch drilled his fist into the underside of Rixon’s chin. He attacked the core of Rixon’s body, aiming repeatedly for the ribs and flesh around his stomach, but the moment his friend dropped his arms to protect himself, he went for his head. Once, twice. Twice more. After five direct blows Rixon
staggered out of range and flipped his palms up.

“You want me to scream uncle, that it?” Rixon panted, wearing a grin that said he was enjoying
himself for the first time all night.

The blonde wedged her way through the tables to Rixon. She held out her napkin, gesturing at his
face. “You’ve got a little blood …”

“Thanks, love.” Rixon dabbed the napkin to his mouth, then cast a sly wink at Patch. His voice
slipped easily into Patch’s mind. Said I wanted a girl closer to seven hundred, did I ? I meant
seven hundred … give or take.

Patch settled grim eyes on the blonde, wishing he could mind-trick her into obediently going back
to her table, but Rixon would pick up on it and ask questions. He let out a slow breath.
Twenty-four hours from now, Rixon wouldn’t remember her name. She, however, had a slightly longer attention span. A complication.

“So tell me, love,” Rixon drawled to the blonde. “Ever ridden on a Ducati Streetfighter? I’m parked out back.”

The blonde was already throwing her purse strap over her shoulder. “Does your friend have a bike too? He could take my friend, Nora.” To Patch’s surprise, she waved at him.

“Vee,” the redhead said with exasperation and warning.

The blonde didn’t bother listening. She turned to Rixon. “First things first. Someone should clean
you up. I took a babysitting CPR course this summer. When it comes to nosebleeds, I’m your girl.”

She grabbed Rixon by the sleeve and hauled him toward the unisex restroom.

True to form, Rixon slung an arm around her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek. “Lead the way,
Nurse … Vee, was it?”

Patch found himself standing in disbelief beside the redhead. Two minutes ago he’d had things
under control. He raked his hands through his hair. He might as well have plowed a Mack truck down the middle of his plan.

The redhead shifted her weight. She stole a look up at him, only to immediately swing her eyes
away. She was frightened by him. He wondered if he had this effect on her naturally or if she sensed on some subconscious level what he wanted from her.

A strange war of desires battled inside him, pulling him in opposite directions. He wanted to
make her uneasy. Ironically, he was also frightened of scaring her off. Now that he had her close, he wanted to keep her there.

She cleared her throat. “Think you could tell your friend to cut back on the slickness factor? If he
gets any oilier, third world countries are going to start looking to him as a supplier.”
Patch smiled down at her. She was prettier up close. Cautious but expressive eyes, an
aristocratic nose, a few freckles she probably hated, and that hair. Wild and rebellious. He had the
urge to snap the rubber band and send her hair cascading around her shoulders. Other than his
Nephilim mark on her wrist, Chauncey’s genes had done her the favor of sparing her any

“So,” he said. “You’re from around here?”
She craned her neck, searching the restaurant, clearly bent on appearing absorbed in anything
but talking to him. “It would seem so. And you are … ?”

“Jev.” He could tell by the slight downturn of her mouth she thought it was an odd name. Most
humans did.

“And you?” she asked. “Are you from around here? I haven’t seen you before.”
“I keep a low profile.”
“Why’s that?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”

She flinched. He’d meant to kill the conversation and it worked. He knew he looked like a jerk, but given what he had in store for her, he could do a lot worse. He realized he should leave it alone, but now that he had her talking, he found himself drawn to her. The banter between them felt natural. And she was responding. Scared of him, sure, but equally curious. He could see it well enough in her eyes.

With conscious effort, Patch turned his body toward her, displaying interest. He smiled politely.

“I’m in town on business.”
“What kind of business?” she asked after a minute.
“Genealogy. Tracking down long-lost family members.”
“Which family are you researching?”
“I’m not aware of any Langeaises in Coldwater.”

He rubbed his thumb across his mouth to quell a smile. “Sounds like I’ve got my work cut out.”

“How long are you planning to stay in town?”

“As long as it takes.” He bent his head toward hers as though they were conspirators. “It would
speed things up if I had a tour guide, someone to show me around.”

Her mouth crooked with a wry little smile, as if she knew what he was up to, but she teased him by
saying, “You’re in luck. Vee is an excellent tour guide.”

He recovered his surprise quickly. “But I prefer redheaded tour guides.”

She spread her hands in regret. “Sorry. I don’t know any redheads.”

“Check the mirror this morning?”

She tapped her finger to her mouth, a playful gesture that drew his attention to her lips, prim and
sensuous, which he had already had the pleasure of noticing. She was cautiously warming up to
him, and Patch felt the restaurant tunnel around them, the background noises dropping away. A part of him that had been locked up for so long loosened. He felt a strange satisfaction being near her. A teasing contact that made him want more.

Not missing a beat, she said, “I did. And I recall seeing a brunette.”

He laughed, trying to figure out this game she was playing. “Might need to get your vision

“So that explains why you have three eyes, two horns, and one very yellow fang where your front
teeth should be.” She cocked her head to the side, squinting at him.

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. She stood uncertain a
moment, then gestured with impatience at the restroom. “How long does it take to clean a bloody

He laughed low. “Not sure that’s the only thing they’re doing in there.”

Her eyes widened with shock … then narrowed in scrutiny, trying her hardest to figure out if he
was teasing. For once, he wasn’t. “Maybe you should go knock on the door,” she suggested at last.

The suggestion didn’t appeal to him. He wasn’t in any hurry to end things. The thought of leaving
her now left him with an impatient ache. He hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. As far as he was concerned, he hadn’t felt a spark of interest in so long, it was like feeling it for the first time.
“Won’t do any good. The only thing that’ll grab Rixon’s attention is the sound of his bike starting. Someone breathes on it, and he notices the condensation. You want to get him out of there, that’s your best

“You’re saying I should take his bike for a ride?”

“More like be my accomplice.” He let the idea dangle.

“And you want me to go with you, why?”

So I can get you alone long enough to erase your mind. And if he was being honest, to get her
alone, period. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and he enjoyed a secret pleasure of imagining
kissing her. “Let me guess. You’ve never been on a Ducati Streetfighter.”

There went that chin again, angling higher. “How would you know that?”

“Ride one once, and that’s all it takes. You’re hooked.” He hitched his thumb at the exit. “Now or

“I don’t run off with guys I’ve known all of three seconds.”

“And a guy you’ve known, say, twenty seconds? He stand a better chance?”

To his surprise, she laughed. He liked the sound of it, and against his own good judgment, he
wanted to make her do it again.

“Actually,” she said, smiling with more ease, “that guy would drastically reduce his chances.
Twenty is my unlucky number.”

“And your lucky number?”

She bit her lip, debating answering.

Over the top of her head, Patch saw Rixon emerge from the restroom pressing a folded square of
toilet paper to his nose. Patch lifted his hat and scrubbed his hair in frustration. That was quick, even by Rixon’s standards.

“Is it between one and ten?” Patch asked on a stroke of inspiration. She nodded.

“Hold the number behind your back. I’ll guess it. If I guess right, you and I go for a ride.
Doesn’t have to be tonight,” he added in response to the skepticism flooding her expression.
“Next time I offer you a ride on my bike, say yes. It’s that simple.”

She held his eyes a long moment, then relented with a confi-dent shrug. “You have a one in ten
chance of guessing right. I can handle those odds.”

How many fingers is she holding up? he called to Rixon’s mind.

Hearing him, Rixon looked up and his face split into a grin. I leave you alone for five minutes,
and you’re already chasing skirts?
Fingers? Patch repeated.
What’s in it for me?

Next time we fight, you get to give me the bloody nose.

Get to? Rixon tipped his head back, silently laughing. I’ll happily remind you of an occasion just
last week when I nearly punched out one of your teeth.

“Well?” the redhead prodded Patch. “Telepathy skills getting rusty?”

Tomorrow night you call the shots, Patch bargained.

Anything I want? Even if it includes terrorizing underage Nephilim?

Patch sighed. Anything.

All right, mate. You’re on. She’s holding up eight fingers. But keep the flirting to a minimum, will
you? Seven minutes in heaven with Nurse Vee are up. I’m ready to roll.

Patch closed his eyes, tightening his face to suggest concentration. He opened one eye, staring
down speculatively at the redhead. “Let’s go with … eight?” He said it with just enough uncertainty to make it believable.

The redhead’s mouth dropped. “No way.”

Patch rubbed his hands together, genuinely enjoying himself. “You know what this means. You
owe me a ride, Nora.” Her name was a mistake. He’d agreed to treat her with cold-blooded
detachment, limiting all references to her to the redhead. He didn’t think he was in danger of an
emotional slip, but he was dealing with a beautiful girl. He’d learned his lesson once, hence the

“You cheated,” she accused.

His smile widened. She didn’t sound that disappointed, and she knew it.

He played along, raising his shoulders, a display of innocence. “A bet’s a bet.”

“How did you do it?”

“Maybe my telepathy isn’t rusty after all.”

Rixon walked up, clapping him on the back. “Let’s hit the road, Jack.”

“Where’s Vee?” the redhead wanted to know.

On cue, the blonde emerged from the restroom, slumped against the doorjamb, pantomimed her
own erratically beating heart, and mouthed ooh-la-la.

“What did you do to her?” the redhead asked Rixon.

“Put a smile on her face. There’s more where that came from,” Rixon added, and Patch shoved
him toward the doors.

“Take it easy,” Patch told the redhead reluctantly, not ready to give up talking to her, but not
wanting to impress any more of her on Rixon’s memory. For the time being, he wanted to keep who she really was to himself.

The redhead blinked. “So I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, wearing a what just happened
here? expression. Given the circumstances, he should ask himself the same thing.
“Absolutely,” Patch answered. Sooner than she thought. Later tonight he planned on making
house calls. First to the blonde, and then to the redhead.

If tonight had happened seven or eight months down the road, the timing would have been perfect.
As it was, he had to erase their memories. He felt a jolt of regret at needing to wipe the redhead’s
memory. He wanted her to remember tonight. He wanted her to remember him.

He imagined sacrificing her—a thought he’d turned over in his head a hundred times before—but
the image stumbled. For the first time he looked beyond himself—seeing her. Not only did he plan to kill her, but he had it in his mind to betray her first. What would she think of him if she knew? It
occurred to him to drag her outside now and get it over with. The image flared in his mind, impulsive and tempting, but he forced it aside. If he could do it now, he could do it tomorrow.
But his hesitation bothered him. Something told him killing her wasn’t going to be easy. He hadn’t
helped his cause by flirting with her and, worse, enjoying it. More than he was ready to admit.
In an effort to refocus his thoughts, he shut his eyes briefly and pictured the end goal. Once he
sacrificed her, he’d have a human body. It wasn’t complicated. Anything that stood in his way,
including his own inner turmoil, was irrelevant.

Without thinking he turned, stealing a private look at her. He’d only meant to see her face one last time, but to his surprise, she was watching him, too, with a question in those exquisite gray eyes that would haunt him.

Silence--Patch And You

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Hush, Hush: The Graphic Novel (November 8, 2011)

 For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment.

But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora''s not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is, and to know more about her than her closest friends. She can''t decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything Patch makes her feel. For Nora is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost her life!

This title also contains an exclusive, original story written especially for this book by the author. This bonus story tells what happens to the characters between Book 1 and Book 2 of this series and will only be available in this book.

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