Finale (Hush, Hush Saga #4) [NOOK Book]

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Fates unfurl in the gripping conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Hush, Hush saga.

Nora is more certain than ever that she is in love with Patch. Fallen angel or no, he is the one for her. Her heritage and destiny may mean they are fated to be enemies, but there is no turning her back on him. Now Nora and Patch must gather their strength to face one last, perilous trial. Old enemies return, new enemies are made, and a friend’s ultimate...
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Finale (Hush, Hush Saga #4)

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Overview

Fates unfurl in the gripping conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Hush, Hush saga.

Nora is more certain than ever that she is in love with Patch. Fallen angel or no, he is the one for her. Her heritage and destiny may mean they are fated to be enemies, but there is no turning her back on him. Now Nora and Patch must gather their strength to face one last, perilous trial. Old enemies return, new enemies are made, and a friend’s ultimate betrayal threatens the peace Patch and Nora so desperately want. The battle lines are drawn—but which sides are they on? And in the end, are there some obstacles even love can’t conquer?
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With their fate now permanently intertwined, Nora Grey and Patch Cipriano must still face one last series of trials and challenges. In the finale of Becca Fitzpatrick's Hush, Hush series, all expectations are on hold.

VOYA - Lynne Farrell Stover
The fourth and final book in the Hush, Hush saga finds high school student Nora Grey dealing with conflicting situations, unrealistic responsibilities, and the ability to rationalize every bad decision she makes—and she makes many of them. With the death of her biological father, she assumes the unlikely role of leader to an army of Nephilim on the verge of a war with the fallen angels. Deception is a requirement for survival, and Nora, whose actions are often counterproductive, tells a story where her love for the ever-watchful Patch triumphs over betrayal and destruction. This character-driven, first-person narrative suffers from an inconsistent story line, detrimental relationships, and an unsatisfactory mythology. For example, Nora appears more concerned about getting in trouble for skipping class than she is about killing her own father, would rather die than live without her boyfriend, and is supposed to lead an army into an inevitable war for incomprehensible reasons. With uneven writing, the melodramatic and repetitive dialog continues for pages, then, in one sentence, a main character dies. Most disconcerting of all, pivotal characters who appear for the first time in the four-book series seem to be inserted for the convenience of a satisfactory conclusion. Young fans of paranormal romance may find this book acceptable escapism reading. Reviewer: Lynne Farrell Stover
Children's Literature - Kristi Bernard
Becca Fitzpatrick grew up reading Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden with a flashlight under the covers. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. And now she has completed the final book of the “Hush, Hush” supernatural saga. It is here and done and was anticipated by a very diverse group of readers. Readers who have been following along have had lots of great things to say about Finale. Nora Gray, a Nephilim, is in love with Patch, a fallen angel. Their love is forbidden. As fate would have it, they are supposed to be on opposite sides of a war between Nephilim and Fallen Angels. This war has a new leader in Nora, since her father had passed. She swears her oath to serve on her father’s death bed. Unfortunately for Nora and Patch this makes their relationship even more strained. Together Nora and Patch devise a plan, so that perspective groups believe them to be loyal to their kind. Nora learns to fight and become more agile, and somewhat of a trickster with the help of Scott, an old childhood friend, and Dante, a Nephilim trainer. Through Dante, Nora also does a drug called Devil Craft. It is a power enhancing drug. She is warned by Patch not to use it. Now drunk with its power, Nora shuts Patch out, and keeps her secrets from him. As the soon-to-be battle between these two forces grows and builds, Nora and Patch are faced with fighting for a war they never encouraged or fighting for their love. Either way, Nora must decide the fate of her world. Fitzpatrick has done an exceptional job of making readers feel attached to these character’s strengths, weaknesses and how they handle relationships and problems. There is no predictability as the story unwinds with readers as they learn and grow with each character. This saga could be enjoyed by teens and adults who love a good strong character and storyline that does not disappoint. As an extra added bonus this book is connected to the latest technology. Readers can get the free app so they can watch the books video and get exclusive insight to more extras pertaining to this series. Reviewer: Kristi Bernard AGERANGE: Ages 14 up.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442426696
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 10/23/2012
  • Series: Hush, Hush Saga Series , #4
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 6,511
  • Age range: 14 years
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrick’s books, Hush, Hush, Crescendo, Silence, and Finale were all New York Times bestsellers. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. When not writing, she’s most likely running, prowling sale racks for shoes, or watching crime dramas on TV. She lives in Colorado. Visit her at BeccaFitzpatrick.com.

Biography

Becca Fitzpatrick grew up reading Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden with a flashlight under the covers. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. When not writing, she's most likely prowling sale racks for reject shoes, running, or watching crime dramas on TV. Her first novel, the YA thriller Hush, Hush, was published in 2009.

Good To Know

Some fascinating outtakes from our interview with Becca Fitzpatrick:

  • "My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska. I remember three things about the job: scorching heat, bugs (oh, the bugs!) and playing volleyball during lunch break. My job description included wandering up and down endless rows of corn and sticking small paper envelopes over the immature ears of corn so that they wouldn't become pollinated by the pollen floating around in the air. I think the company I worked for was trying to create hybrid corn to feed cattle, but when I needed a snack, I ate the corn. It was actually pretty good. Every day at lunch, the entire crew would play volleyball for about an hour (two or three when our bosses were out of town). Most of the crew was comprised of guys, which, as you can imagine, I didn't mind one bit. Other than the low pay, it was actually a great job. I could wear my swimsuit and listen to music on my Walkman (I'm showing my age here). My older sister, Heather, worked with me and every day at the end of our shift, we'd stop by McDonald's and buy ice cream cones -- thirty nine cents each. Good times! "

  • "My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away...literally. Six years after I graduated high school in Idaho, I was visiting my husband's family and attending church two thousand miles away in Rhode Island, when a girl came running up to me after the service. She'd gone to high school with me, and said she recognized me from the back based on my hair alone.

    Growing up, I detested my hair. I spent at least an hour every day straightening it, wishing I could make it blend into the crowd, cursing it for being so different. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that I started to appreciate its uniqueness. Different no longer has a negative connotation to me."

  • "I should probably confess that ice cream is my favorite food, and I eat it every night. When I go grocery shopping, I try to buy a new flavor, rather than reverting back to a favorite flavor. I'm on a mission to taste every flavor of ice cream out there! But I will say I have a soft spot in my heart for Ben & Jerry's Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch, Coldstone Creamery's Peanut Butter Cup Perfection and The Pie Who Loved Me, and St. Clair's Banana Nut."

  • "After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind. By the time I circle back home, I feel like I've left my cares in the dust. I live in Colorado, and we have some amazing running trails and beautiful scenery. It can be very relaxing and energizing to get out and hit the trails. Of course, I always reward myself with a bowl of ice cream when I finish!"

    <;i>"Writing can be a very solitary profession, and when deadlines are looming, it's tempting to glue myself to my desk, but I try to make sure I get out a few times a month with friends, just so I don't forget what it means to be social. I always look forward to book club, which is made up of my very closest friends in the world. We always meet at a local restaurant or café, order drinks, dinner or dessert, and chat about our book selection. We've had some great discussions over The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, Uglies by Scott Westerfield and Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. The books are a catalyst for discussing what's going on in our personal lives, so while it sometimes feels like I get wrapped up in work, I always know I'll get to catch up with everyone at book club."

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      1. Hometown:
        Fort Collins, CO
      1. Date of Birth:
        February 3, 1979
      2. Place of Birth:
        Ogden, UT
      1. Education:
        B.S. Community Health, April 2001

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    Finale


    • CHAPTER

    1

    TONIGHT

    I’M NOT A PARTY GIRL. THE EARSPLITTING MUSIC, THE gyrating bodies, the inebriated smiles—not my thing. My ideal Saturday night would be at home, snuggling on the sofa and watching a rom-com with my boyfriend, Patch. Predictable, low-key . . . normal. My name is Nora Grey, and while I used to be an average American teen, buying my clothes at the J. Crew outlet and spending my babysitting money on iTunes, normal and I have recently become perfect strangers. As in, I wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

    Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. He’s also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

    I might not have normalcy, but I do have stability. Namely, in the form of my best friend of twelve years, Vee Sky. Vee and I have an unshakable bond that even a laundry list of differences can’t break. They say opposites attract, and Vee and I are proof of the validity of the statement. I am slender and tallish—by human standards—with big curly hair that tests my patience, and I’m a type A personality. Vee is even taller, with ash-blond hair, serpentine-green eyes, and more curves than a roller coaster track. Almost always, Vee’s wishes trump mine. And unlike me, Vee lives for a good party.

    Tonight Vee’s wish to seek out a good time took us across town to a four-story brick warehouse throbbing with club music, swimming with fake IDs, and jam-packed with bodies producing enough sweat to take greenhouse gases to a whole new level. The layout inside was standard: a dance floor sandwiched between a stage and a bar. Rumor had it that a secret door behind the bar led to the basement, and the basement led to a man named Storky, who operated a thriving pirated anything business. Community religious leaders kept threatening to board up Coldwater’s hotbed of iniquity for disorderly teens . . . also known as the Devil’s Handbag.

    “Groove it, baby,” Vee yelled at me over the mindless thump, thump, thump of music, lacing her fingers through mine and swaying our hands over our heads. We were at the center of the dance floor, being jostled and bumped on every side. “This is how Saturday night’s supposed to be. You and me gettin’ down, letting loose, working up good ol’-fashioned girl-sweat.”

    I did my best to give an enthusiastic nod, but the guy behind me kept stepping on the heel of my ballet flat, and at five-second intervals, I had to shove my foot back into it. The girl to my right was dancing with her elbows out, and if I wasn’t careful, I knew I’d get clipped.

    “Maybe we should get drinks,” I called to Vee. “Feels like Florida in here.”

    “That’s ’cause you and me are burning up the place. Check out the guy at the bar. He can’t take his eyes off your smokin’ moves.” She licked her finger and pressed it to my bare shoulder, making a sizzling noise.

    I followed her gaze . . . and my heart lurched.

    Dante Matterazzi lifted his chin in acknowledgment. His next gesture was a little more subtle.

    Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer, he spoke to my mind.

    Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker, I shot back.

    Dante Matterazzi and I both belonged to the Nephilim race, hence the innate ability to mind-speak, but the similarities stopped there. Dante didn’t know how to give it a rest, and I didn’t know how much longer I could dodge him. I’d met him for the first time just this morning, when he’d come to my house to announce that fallen angels and Nephilim were on the brink of war and I was in charge of leading the latter, but now I needed a break from war talk. It was overwhelming. Or maybe I was in denial. Either way, I wished he’d disappear.

    Left a message on your cell phone, he said.

    Gee, I must have missed it. More like I deleted it.

    We need to talk.

    Kind of busy. To emphasize my point, I rolled my hips and swung my arms side to side, doing my best to imitate Vee, whose favorite television network was BET, and it showed. She had hiphop stamped on her soul.

    A faint smile quirked Dante’s mouth. While you’re at it, get your friend to give you some pointers. You’re floundering. Meet me out back in two.

    I glared at him. Busy, remember?

    This can’t wait. With a meaningful arch of his eyebrows, he disappeared into the crowd.

    “His loss,” Vee said. “He can’t handle the heat, that’s all.”

    “About those drinks,” I said. “Can I bring you a Coke?” Vee didn’t look ready to give up dancing anytime soon, and as much as I wanted to avoid Dante, I figured it was best to just get this over with. Suck it up and talk to him. The alternative was having him shadow me all night.

    “Coke with lime,” Vee said.

    I edged my way off the dance floor and, after making sure Vee wasn’t watching, ducked down a side hallway and out the back door. The alley was bathed in blue moonlight. A red Porsche Panamera was parked in front of me, and Dante leaned against it, arms folded loosely over his chest.

    Dante is six feet nine with the physique of a soldier fresh out of boot camp. Case in point: He has more muscle tone in his neck than I have in my entire body. Tonight he was wearing baggy khakis and a white linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing a deep V of smooth, hairless skin.

    “Nice car,” I said.

    “It gets the job done.”

    “So does my Volkswagen, and it cost considerably less.”

    “Takes more than four wheels to be a car.”

    Ugh.

    “So,” I said, tapping my foot. “What’s so urgent?”

    “You still dating that fallen angel?”

    It was only the third time in as many hours that he’d asked. Twice by text messaging, and now face-to-face. My relationship with Patch had gone through a lot of ups and downs, but the current trend was upward. We weren’t without our issues, however. In a world where Nephilim and fallen angels would rather die than smile at each other, dating a fallen angel was a definite no-no.

    I stood a little taller. “You know it.”

    “Being careful?”

    “Discreet is the watchword.” Patch and I didn’t need Dante to tell us it was wise not to make a lot of public appearances together. Nephilim and fallen angels never needed an excuse to teach each other a lesson, and racial tensions between the two groups were getting hotter with each passing day. It was autumn, October to be exact, and the Jewish month of Cheshvan was just days away.

    Every year during Cheshvan, fallen angels possess Nephilim bodies by the droves. Fallen angels have free rein to do as they please, and since it’s the only time during the year they can actually feel physical sensation, their creativity knows no bounds. They chase after pleasure, pain, and everything in between, playing parasites to their Nephilim hosts. For Nephilim, Cheshvan is a hellish prison.

    If Patch and I were so much as seen holding hands by the wrong individuals, we’d pay, one way or another.

    “Let’s talk about your image,” Dante said. “We need to generate some positive media around your name. Boost Nephilim confidence in you.”

    I gave a theatrical snap of my fingers. “Don’t you just hate it when your approval ratings are low?”

    Dante frowned. “This isn’t a joke, Nora. Cheshvan starts in just over seventy-two hours, and that means war. Fallen angels on one side, us on the other. Everything rides on your shoulders—you’re the new leader of the Nephilim army. The blood oath you swore to Hank is in effect, and I don’t think I have to remind you that the consequences of breaking it are very, very real.”

    Queasiness pinched my stomach. I hadn’t exactly applied for the job. Thanks to my deceased biological father, a truly twisted man named Hank Millar, I’d been forced to inherit the position. With the help of an otherworldly blood transfusion, he’d coerced me into transforming myself from mere human into purebred Nephil so I could take over his army. I’d sworn an oath to lead his army, it had gone into effect upon his death, and if I failed to do that, my mom and I would die. Terms of the oath. No pressure.

    “Despite every cautious measure I intend to implement, we can’t completely erase your past. The Nephilim are digging around. There are rumors you’re dating a fallen angel, and that your loyalties are split.”

    “I am dating a fallen angel.”

    Dante rolled his eyes. “Could you say it any louder?”

    I shrugged. If that’s what you really want. Then I opened my mouth, but Dante was beside me in an instant, covering it with his hand. “I know it kills you, but could you make my job easy just this once?” he murmured in my ear, glancing around at the shadows with obvious uneasiness, even though I was positive we were alone. I’d only been a purebred Nephil for twenty-four hours, but I trusted my new, sharper sixth sense. If there were eavesdroppers lurking, I’d know.

    “Look, I know when we first met this morning I carelessly said the Nephilim would just have to deal with me dating a fallen angel,” I said when he lowered his hand, “but I wasn’t thinking. I was angry. I’ve spent the day giving this a lot of thought. I’ve talked to Patch. We’re being careful, Dante. Really careful.”

    “Nice to know. But I still need you to do something for me.”

    “Like what?”

    “Date a Nephil. Date Scott Parnell.”

    Scott was the first Nephil I’d ever befriended, at the tender age of five. I hadn’t known about his true heritage back then, but in recent months he’d taken on the roles of first my tormentor, then my partner in crime, and eventually my friend. There were no secrets between us. Likewise, there was no romantic chemistry.

    I laughed. “You’re killing me, Dante.”

    “It would be for show. For the sake of appearances,” he explained. “Just until our race warms to you. You’ve only been a Nephil one day. Nobody knows you. People need a reason to like you. We have to make them feel comfortable trusting you. Dating a Nephil is a good step in the right direction.”

    “I can’t date Scott,” I told Dante. “Vee likes him.”

    To say Vee had been unlucky in love was putting it optimistically. In the past six months she’d fallen for a narcissistic predator and a backstabbing slimeball. Not surprisingly, both relationships made her seriously doubt her instincts in love. Lately, she had unequivocally refused to so much as smile at the opposite sex . . . until Scott came along. Early last night, just hours before my biological father had compelled me to transform myself into a purebred Nephil, Vee and I had come to the Devil’s Handbag to watch Scott play bass for his new band, Serpentine, and she hadn’t stopped talking about him since. To sweep in and steal Scott now, even if it was a ruse, would be the ultimate low blow.

    “It wouldn’t be real,” Dante repeated, as if that made everything just peachy.

    “Would Vee know that?”

    “Not exactly. You and Scott would have to be convincing together. A leak would be disastrous, so I’d want to limit the truth to the two of us.”

    Meaning Scott would also be a casualty of the ruse. I did the hands-on-hips thing, going for firm and immovable. “Then you’re going to have to come up with someone else.” I wasn’t enamored with the idea of fake-dating a Nephil to boost my popularity. In fact, it seemed like a disaster in the making, but I wanted this mess behind me. If Dante thought a Nephilim boyfriend would give me more street cred, so be it. It wouldn’t be real. Obviously Patch wouldn’t be thrilled, but tackle one problem at a time, right?

    Dante’s mouth compressed into a line, and he shut his eyes briefly. Summoning patience. It was an expression I’d grown quite accustomed to over the course of the day.

    “He’d need to be revered in the Nephilim community,” Dante said thoughtfully at last. “Someone Nephilim would admire and approve of.”

    I made an impatient gesture. “Fine. Just throw someone other than Scott at me.”

    “Me.”

    I flinched. “Sorry. What? You?” I was too stunned to burst into laughter.

    “Why not?” Dante asked.

    “Do you really want me to start listing reasons? Because I’ll keep you here all night. You’ve got to be at least five years older than me in human years—total scandal fodder—you don’t have a sense of humor, and—oh yeah. We can’t stand each other.”

    “It’s a natural connection. I’m your first lieutenant—”

    “Because Hank gave you the position. I had no say in that.”

    Dante didn’t seem to hear me, charging ahead with his make-believe version of events. “We met and felt an instant and mutual attraction. I comforted you after your father’s death. It’s a believable story.” He smiled. “Lots of good publicity.”

    “If you say the P word one more time, I’m going to . . . do something drastic.” Like smack him. And then smack myself for even considering this plan.

    “Sleep on it,” Dante said. “Mull it over.”

    “Mulling it over.” I counted to three on my fingers. “Okay, done. Bad idea. Really bad idea. My answer is no.”

    “You have a better idea?”

    “Yes, but I’ll need time to think it up.”

    “Sure. No problem, Nora.” He counted to three on his fingers. “Okay, time’s up. I needed a name first thing this morning. In case it isn’t painfully obvious, your image is headed down the tubes. Word of your father’s death, and subsequently your new leadership position, is spreading like wildfire. People are talking, and the talk isn’t good. We need the Nephilim to believe in you. We need them to trust that you have their best interests in mind, and that you can finish your father’s work and bring us out of bondage from fallen angels. We need them to rally behind you, and we’re going to give them one good reason after another. Starting with a respected Nephilim boyfriend.”

    “Hey, babe, everything okay back here?”

    Dante and I swung around. Vee stood in the doorway, eyeing us with equal parts wariness and curiosity.

    “Hey! Everything’s fine,” I said a little too enthusiastically.

    “You never came back with our drinks, and I started to worry,” Vee said. Her gaze shifted from me to Dante. Recognition sparked in her eyes, and I knew she remembered him from the bar. “Who are you?” she asked him.

    “Him?” I cut in. “Oh. Uh. Well, he’s just some random guy—”

    Dante stepped forward, hand extended. “Dante Matterazzi. I’m a new friend of Nora’s. We met earlier today when our mutual acquaintance, Scott Parnell, introduced us.”

    Just like that, Vee’s face lit up. “You know Scott?”

    “Good friend of mine, actually.”

    “Any friend of Scott’s is a friend of mine.”

    Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

    “So what are you two doing back here?” Vee asked us.

    “Dante just picked out a new car,” I said, stepping aside to give her an unobstructed view of the Porsche. “He couldn’t resist showing it off. Don’t look too closely, though. I think the VIN number is missing. Poor Dante had to resort to theft, since he used up all his money getting his chest waxed, and boy, does it gleam.”

    “Funny,” Dante said. I thought maybe he’d self-consciously fasten at least one more shirt button, but he didn’t.

    “If I had a car like that, I’d show it off too,” Vee said.

    Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.”

    “That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.”

    “Gee,” I said, “look at the time. Don’t you have somewhere to be, Dante?”

    “Turns out my night’s open.” He smiled, slow and easy, and I knew he was relishing every moment of intruding on my private life. I’d made it clear right off the bat this morning that any contact between us had to be done in private, and he was showing me what he thought of my “rules.” In a lame attempt at evening the score, I glared my meanest, coldest look at him.

    “You’re in luck,” Vee said. “We know just the thing to fill up your night. You’re gonna hang with two of the coolest girls in all of Coldwater, Mr. Dante Matterazzi.”

    “Dante doesn’t dance,” I quickly interjected.

    “I’ll make an exception, just this once,” he answered, opening the door for us.

    Vee clapped her hands, jumping up and down. “I just knew this night was gonna rock!” she squealed, ducking under Dante’s arm.

    “After you,” Dante said, placing his palm on the small of my back and guiding me inside. I batted his hand away, but to my aggravation, he leaned close and murmured, “Glad we had this little chat.”

    We haven’t resolved anything, I spoke to his mind. This whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing? Nothing is settled. Just a little something to bear in mind. And for the record, my best friend isn’t supposed to know you exist.

    Your best friend thinks I should give your boyfriend a run for his money, he said, sounding amused.

    She thinks anything with a beating heart should replace Patch. They have unresolved issues.

    Sounds promising.

    He followed me down the short hall leading to the dance floor, and I felt his haughty, goading smile the whole way.

    •   •   •

    The loud monotone beat of the music drove into my skull like a hammer. I pinched the bridge of my nose, cringing against a swelling headache. I had one elbow perched on the bar, and I used my free hand to press a glass of ice water against my forehead.

    “Tired already?” Dante asked, leaving Vee on the dance floor to slide onto a bar stool beside me.

    “Any idea how much longer she’s going to last?” I asked wearily.

    “Looks to me like she’s caught her second wind.”

    “Next time I’m in the market for a best friend, remind me to shy away from the Energizer Bunny. She keeps going and going. . . .”

    “You look like you could use a ride home.”

    I shook my head. “I drove, but I can’t leave Vee here. Seriously, how much longer can she possibly last?” Of course, I’d been asking myself the same question for the past hour.

    “Tell you what. Go home. I’ll stay with Vee. When she finally drops, I’ll give her a ride.”

    “I thought you weren’t supposed to get mixed up in my personal life.” I tried to sound surly, but I was exhausted, and the conviction just wasn’t there.

    “Your rule, not mine.”

    I chewed my lip. “Maybe just this once. After all, Vee likes you. And you actually have the stamina to keep dancing with her. I mean, this is a good thing, right?”

    He nudged my leg. “Quit rationalizing and get out of here already.”

    To my surprise, I sighed with relief. “Thanks, Dante. I owe you.”

    “You can pay me back tomorrow. We need to finish our earlier conversation.”

    And just like that, any benevolent feelings washed away. Once again, Dante was the thorn in my foot, relentless in his pestering. “If anything happens to Vee, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

    “She’ll be fine, and you know it.”

    I might not like Dante, but I did trust he’d do what he said. After all, he reported to me now. He’d sworn allegiance to me. Maybe my role as leader of all Nephilim would have a few perks after all. On that note, I left.

    It was a cloudless night, the moon a haunting blue against the black of night. As I walked to my car, the music from the Devil’s Handbag echoed like a distant rumble. I inhaled the chilly October air. Already my headache ebbed.

    The untraceable cell phone Patch had given me rang in my handbag.

    “How was girls’ night out?” Patch asked.

    “If Vee had her way, we’d be here all night.” I stepped out of my shoes and slung them on my finger. “All I can think about is bed.”

    “We’re sharing the same thought.”

    “You’re thinking about bed too?” But Patch had told me that he rarely slept.

    “I’m thinking about you in my bed.”

    My stomach did one of those flutter things. I’d stayed the night at Patch’s place for the first time last night, and while the attraction and temptation had definitely been there, we’d managed to sleep in different rooms. I wasn’t sure how far I wanted to take our relationship, but instinct told me Patch wasn’t quite so indecisive.

    “My mom’s waiting up,” I said. “Bad timing.” Speaking of bad timing, I unwillingly recalled my most recent conversation with Dante. I needed to bring Patch up to speed. “Can we meet tomorrow? We need to talk.”

    “That doesn’t sound good.”

    I smacked a kiss into the phone. “I missed you tonight.”

    “The night’s not over. After I finish up here, I could swing by your place. Leave your bedroom window unlocked.”

    “What are you working on?”

    “Surveillance.”

    I frowned. “Sounds vague.”

    “My target’s on the move. I have to roll,” he said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

    And he hung up.

    I padded down the sidewalk, wondering who Patch was keeping an eye on, and why—the whole thing sounded a little ominous—when my car, a white 1984 Volkswagen Cabriolet, came into view. I threw my shoes into the backseat and dropped behind the wheel. I stuck the key in the ignition, but the engine didn’t roll over. It repeatedly made a strained, chugging sound, and I took the opportunity to think a few choice and inventive words at the worthless piece of scrap metal.

    The car had fallen into my lap as a donation from Scott, and had given me more hours of grief than actual miles on the road. I hopped out and propped the hood, glaring speculatively at the greasy labyrinth of hoses and containers. I’d already dealt with the alternator, the carburetor, and the spark plugs. What was left?

    “Car trouble?”

    I flipped around, surprised by the sound of a nasally male voice behind me. I hadn’t heard anyone approach. More perplexing, I hadn’t sensed him.

    “It would appear so,” I said.

    “Need some help?”

    “Pretty much I just need a new car.”

    He had a greasy, nervous smile. “Why don’t I give you a lift? You look like a nice girl. We could have a nice talk while we drive.”

    I kept my distance, my mind spinning wildly as I tried to place him. Instinct told me he wasn’t human. Nor was he Nephilim. Funny thing was, I didn’t think he was a fallen angel, either. He had a round, cherubic face topped with a thatch of yellow-blond hair, and floppy Dumbo ears. He looked so harmless, in fact, that it made me instantly suspicious. Instantly uneasy.

    “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll catch a ride with my friend.”

    His smile vanished and he lunged for my sleeve. “Don’t go.” His voice rose to a whine of desperation.

    I took several startled steps back.

    “That is— I mean— I was trying to say—” He gulped, then hardened his eyes into glittering beads. “I need to talk to your boyfriend.”

    My heart beat faster and a panicky thought seized me. What if he was Nephilim and I couldn’t detect it? What if he really did know about me and Patch? What if he’d found me tonight to get a message across—that Nephilim and fallen angels don’t mix? I was a brand-new Nephil, no match for him if it came to a physical confrontation.

    “I don’t have a boyfriend.” I tried to stay calm as I turned back toward the Devil’s Handbag.

    “Put me in touch with Patch,” the man called after me, that same desperate squeak pinching his voice. “He’s avoiding me.”

    I picked up my pace.

    “Tell him if he doesn’t come out of hiding, I’ll—I’ll—smoke him out. I’ll burn down the whole of Delphic Amusement Park if I have to!”

    I glanced over my shoulder warily. I didn’t know what Patch had gotten himself mixed up in, but I had an uncomfortable feeling swelling in my stomach. Whoever this man was, cherubic features aside, he meant business.

    “He can’t avoid me forever!” He scurried away on his stumpy legs until he blended into the shadows, whistling a tune that sent a jitter down my spine.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted May 8, 2012

      OMFG OU CANT STOP READING THE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      I LOVE THE BOOKS AND I HOPE THAT THEY STAY TOGETHER AND NEVER GIVE UP ON EACH OTHER!!! I ALSO HOPE THAT THE WILL BE HAVING SOME FIGHTS AND THEN MAKE OUT AGAIN AFTERWARD SO I HOPE THAT THE BAD GUYS ARENT THE SCOT OR THE WIRED PGYCOPATE EX OF PATCH . I THINK THAT THEY WILL BE A HUGE TEAM AND FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT AND AND WHAT THE BELIVE IN! I ALSO THINK THAT THERE MIGHT BE A MOVIE AND THAT IF THEY DO I KNOW SOME PEOPLE THAT WHOULD BE GOOD FOR SCOTT AND PATCH AND HOPEFULLY THEY CAN LOOK SO SEXY SHIRT LESS!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY FAVORITE IS PATCH BUT MY FAVORTIE REBLE IS" SCOTTIE THE HOTTIE"

      53 out of 84 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 25, 2012

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      I don't think I have ever felt this profound sense of finality b

      I don't think I have ever felt this profound sense of finality before while reading a book. Not since reading the final book in The Hunger Games trilogy (Mockingjay) have I felt this way. Like I don't know what to do now that this series is over. Now all of a sudden all I can hear in my head is Celine Dion's song &quot;Where does my heart beat now&quot;.

      My best friends got me hooked on Hush Hush, and it was so good it sparked a deep love of reading in me that I still haven't been able to quench.

      Finale starts off where Silence finished. Nora having sworn to Hank (The Black Hand) that she would lead his Nephilim army or she would forfeit her life and the life of her mother if she failed. Patch and Nora have to keep their relationship a secret so they don't upset the Nephilim but at the same time Nora has to keep her bargain with the Archangels to bring peace. I don't think I have been so nervous while reading a book EVER! I thought about just reading on the toilet because I knew eventually this book would lead me there! After having gone through all the ups and downs with Patch and Nora as we did in the first 3 books, this one sure does top all of the others for most suspenseful. I tried so hard to figure out which way the story was going to go, but every time I did it would veer off into another direction. I was second guessing EVERY. SINGLE. CHARACTER. You couldn't help it, everyone is a suspect (or so says the authorities.)

      The most shocking moment I absolutely DID NOT see coming involved a beloved character. I can't believe as many times as I have read this series I didn't see this coming! To some it might not be a surprise but to me it was and THAT gave to story a whole new punch!

      This book made me cry, and that almost NEVER happens! I mean the book has to be pretty darn drastic for me to start crying. (That should tell you a little about this book all by itself) I was beside myself with grief over a particular scene I also didn't see coming, but I won't divulge the details due to spoilers. This was one of the hardest books to read because it isn't easy to continue with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. It doesn't end on a sad note though. The conclusion was well done and beautifully bittersweet giving what the readers of this series craved most. Finality. I am so glad I stumbled onto this series and even though it is over I know it will stay with me for a long time to come.

      46 out of 48 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted May 4, 2012

      Patch and Nora

      They have 2 stay 2gether!!!!!!

      28 out of 54 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 8, 2012

      Publishing

      October 23, 2012

      21 out of 52 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted June 18, 2012

      Love it !

      Im a big fan of this series cant wait to read it

      16 out of 33 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 13, 2012

      LUV THEM!!!!!!

      Cant wait for october 23 nice job becca u r a genius

      15 out of 36 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted June 17, 2012

      Awesome

      The books r soo good.

      15 out of 33 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 28, 2012

      Hush, Hush Saga

      Great Series! One of the best I have read! Couldn't wait to keep reading and now its over with this final installment. A Great series truely leaves you feeling sad that it's over and already missing its characters. I will always remember!

      10 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 23, 2012

      HELP HELP HELP

      PLEASE HELP MY NOOK WONT LET ME READ FINALE AND I ALREADY PREORDERED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      10 out of 28 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 23, 2012

      Hailry

      It wont let me get it.. and it just deleted its self from my nook.
      But other then that so badly want to read this book. They better be together forever loe it

      10 out of 21 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted November 22, 2012

      I Also Recommend:

      I love this book as much as the others in the series. very well

      I love this book as much as the others in the series. very well written with excellent plot. Can't wait for the next one

      9 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 6, 2012

      Read-'Em-Up

      Books are great, no doubt!!

      9 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted July 4, 2012

      When does it come out??

      Plz answer... btw i luv this series.

      7 out of 28 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 14, 2012

      This series rocked my socks!

      I know its a teen novel, but i dont care. I thought it was amazing and i had a hard time putting it down half the time.(: i highly recommend this book to anyone!!!!

      6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 28, 2012

      PERFECTION

      I have been a fan of the books from the start and i have to say that this was the perfect conclusion to a perfect saga. There was nothing left up in the air and I felt complete after reading this amazingly heart-wrenching, action packed book. Becca Fitzpatrick us truly a genious! And although i am sad to see this story end, i couldnt be more happy with how everything turned out. PERFECTION!

      6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 26, 2012

      OMG

      THIS BOOK IS THE BEST BOOK IV READ IN SUCH A LONG TIME!ITS ENDING WAS PERFECT! THIS BOOK MAKES OTHER BOOKS LOOK POINTLESS!!LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

      4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 14, 2012

      This was absolutely amazing!!!

      Never have I ever loved a series so much! This book was the perfect ending for the series. It had me on the edge of my seat, screaming or sobbing as each event took place. Literally my favorite of all the books. Not to mention, that Patch is amazing as usual, with his sarcastic quips and perfectly timed innuendos. If you haven't read this yet, I highly suggest you do, you won't regret itone bit.

      4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 4, 2012

      Relationship advice boys/girls , juliet!

      This book is amazing i hate that the series is over :(
      Juliet add me as a nook friend

      4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 27, 2012

      ANTICLAMATIC

      That and my disapointment about sums up how i felt when the book ended. Love every last book except the finale.

      4 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted October 25, 2012

      Roxy

      Im sad cause the saga its over. I love Patch and Nora. Their love is beyond everything! I stayed 3 days in late sleep cause I couldn't stop reading, I always wanted to know more! Vee is great, I love how things turn out with her, but sad for Scott :( he was a great friend, loyal. Becca you did a great job, I just love the all saga. Hope to read another good love story like this one!

      3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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