Nothing Makes Me Happy Quite Like A

You Should Go," I Breathed. "you Should Definitely Go." "go Here?" His Mouth Was On My Shoulder. "or Here?" It Moved Up My Neck.

This Ring Belongs To The Black Hand. He Killed Your Dad.

He Gave Marcie A Spare To The Jeep—i Should Park This Thing In The Ocean, Twenty Feet Under.

Patch Reached For My Hand And Pushed My Dad's Ring Off The Tip Of His Finger And Into My Palm, Curling My Fingers Around It. He Kissed My Knuckles. "i Was Going To Give This Back Earlier, But It Wasn't Finished." I Opened My Palm And Held The Ring Up. The Same Heart Was Engraved On The Underside, But Now There Were Two Names Carved On Either Side Of It: Nora And Jev. I Looked Up. "jev? That's Your Real Name?" "nobody's Called Me That In A Long Time.

With You, What You See Is What You Get. And I See Cheap.