Come On Guys, You Cant Fight Like

Just Like An Alley In New York -like Every Alley In The World, Apparently- It Smelled Like Cat Pee.

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

You Said I Am A Good Man," He Said. "but I Am Not That Good A Man. And I Am--i Am Catastrophically In Love With You.

He'll Come Back," Simon Said Again. "for You.

She Looked Out Then, Through The Crowd, And Saw Simon With The Lightwoods, Looking At Her Across The Empty Space That Separated Them. It Was The Same Way That Jace Had Looked At Her At The Manor. It Was The One Thread That Bound These Two Boys That She Loved So Much, She Thought, Their One Commonality: They Both Believed In Her Even When She Didn't Believe In Herself.