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…until Patch comes 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 whom 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 far 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.
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This post was inspired by the fantastic videos over at www.howitshouldhaveended.com. Italicized text is the original publicized text from the book and is entirely the work of Becca Fitzpatrick.
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How We Would Have Ended It
Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
I was backed up against the counter, my palms digging into the edge. “You’re mad because I didn’t go to Delphic.” I raised one shaky shoulder. “Why Delphic, Patch? It’s Sunday night. Delphic will be closing soon. Any special reason you wanted me to drive to a dark, soon-to-be deserted amusement park?”
He walked toward me until he was standing close enough that I could see his black eyes beneath his ball cap.
“Dabria told me you have to sacrifice me to get a human body,” I said.
Patch was quiet a moment. “And you think I’d go through with it?”
I swallowed. “Then it’s true?”
Our eyes locked. “It has to be an intentional sacrifice. Simply killing you won’t do it.”
“Are you the only person who can do this to me?”
“No, but I’m probably the only person who knows the end result, and the only person who would attempt it. It’s the reason I came to school. I had to get close to you. I needed you. It’s the reason I walked into your life.”
I looked at him for a moment, his intense gaze shooting through me as I considered the information he’d just confirmed.
“Okay,” I said, straightening up and slipping out from his overbearing presence to put some space between us.
“Okay, I’m out of here.”
“You can’t go!” Patch said, his face twisting into a confused expression.
“Well, you’ve pretty much admitted that you were going to kill me, in a very personal way, might I add. I think that justifies a quick and hasty exit,” I spat at him, straightening my outfit in indignation and standing up to him with more confidence than I felt.
Patch spluttered for a moment, blinking his eyes disbelievingly. “But… I wasn’t… I mean…” he looked lost for a moment before visibly collecting himself and slipping back into his usual, confident demeanor. “You want me to come clean, I will. I’ll tell you everything. Who I am and what I’ve done. Every last detail. I’ll dig it all up, but you have to ask. You have to want it. You can see who I was, or you can see who I am now. I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but I was worse.”
I arched an eyebrow and stared at him in disbelief. “Well, I have a different plan, Patch. Mainly revolving around the fact that you purposely entered my life in order to stalk, harass and murder me for your nefarious schemes. So I think this would be a pretty good time for you to quit the mysterious bullshit and be extremely transparent about everything I need to know. I mean, you haven’t even assured me, at this point, that you’re not actually going to kill me. And I don’t mean to harp on this point – but that’s a pretty important facet of this discussion for me.”
He stalked close to me again, affecting a brooding, intense expression and causing my heart to thud painfully in my chest. His boots were flush with the toes of my tennis shoes. “I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.”
I exerted considerable effort to contain an eyeroll, but it slipped through at the last minute. “You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward in distaste.
Patch gave a barely-there smile. “Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”
I pressed my finger-tips to his chest. He glanced at the spot where we touched and then back up to my eyes. “If my vocabulary is causing you distress,” I whispered huskily, looking up to him with a wicked smile on my face, “then let me express my displeasure in the only way you seem to understand.”
Patch’s brow creased in confusion a moment before my heel came down hard on his instep. He hopped back in pain, looking at me with both hurt and bewilderment. “Personal boundaries, Patch. Respect them when I ask you to. See, I have this rule about letting would-be murderers within ten feet of my very stab-able body. Now, tell me. Is Dabria going to be coming after me.”
Patch, miraculously less interested in encroaching on my personal space, shrugged from where he was. “You could take her, Angel,” he said. “I’ve seen both of you in action,” he looked down at his injured foot and winked, “and my bet’s on you. You don’t need me for that.”
“I don’t think I need you for much of anything,” I sneered, turning on him and heading to the door.
“Door’s locked,” he said from behind me. “And we have unfinished business.”
“Listen, the only unfinished business we have is between my knee and your crotch if you come near me again.”
The cell phone in my pocket rang to life. “In fact,” I said as I pulled it out, “you’re going to go away and I don’t ever, EVER want to see your broody, mopey face again. You have forever cured me of badboys. When this is over, it’s strictly accounting nerds and banking types for me! This was absolutely the WORST way to punish my mother for her absence, assert my independence and act out my grief from losing my father. I should have just stolen money from my mother’s purse and bought alcohol like a NORMAL teenager!” I pressed the accept button on my cell. “What?!”
“Babe!” Vee said. We had a bad connection, the crackled of static cutting across her voice. “Where are you?”
“Where are you? Are you still with Elliot and Jules?” I flattened a hand against my free ear to hear better.
“I’m at school. We broke in,” she said in a voice that was naughty to perfection. “We want to play hide-and-seek but don’t have enough people for two teams. So… do you know of a fourth person who could come play with us?”
An incoherent voice mumbled in the background.
“Elliot wants me to tell you that if you don’t come be his partner –hang on- what?” Vee said into the background.
Elliot’s voice came on. “Nora? Come play with us. Otherwise, there’s a tree in the common area with Vee’s name on it.”
I groaned in disbelief and promised myself that if I survived this, I’d choose friends who weren’t complete and utter dumbasses.
“Who was that?” Patch asked.
I sighed heavily. “That was my brainless, dropkick friend phoning me to pass along the message that Elliot and Jules are going to murder her violently unless I go meet up with them.”
“What was that you were saying about never again seeing my broody, moping face?” Patch asked, his confidence returned trifold and an enormous grin spread across his face.
I resisted the urge to smash my face into the tiled wall repeatedly. “Oh, shut up and come on. I’ll probably end up nobly sacrificing myself and saving your ass anyway, so cut the shit, Patch.”
He unlocked and opened the door, letting me out ahead of him.
“Still going to settle for an accountant or banker?”
“You had better be so damn awesome in bed or I am going to stab you through the eye with your own literalized ego.”
“I have ninety-nine problems, Nora, but performance in the sack is NOT one of them.”