I Missed You, Angel. Not One Day

You Can Call Me Patch. No Really. Call Me.

You Should Shower," I Said. "right Now." "i Smell That Bad?" (patch) Actually, He Smelled That Good.

A War Was Coming Either Way. Now All I Had To Do Was Choose My Opponent

You're Mine, Angel. And I'm Yours. Nothing Can Change That.

The Sensible Part Of Me Wanted To Dissect My Emotions, Overthinking And Overcomplicating My Reaction To Jev.