Patch took my wrist and reeled me in for a kiss, but something wasn't right. His face grew hazy at the edges, dissolving into the background. When his lips met mine, I hardly felt it. Worse, I felt myself pulling away from him like a piece of tape peeling back from glass.
Patch noticed it too and swore under his breath.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"It's the half-breed," he growled.
