Consider It A Race To See Who

As Long As There Was Coffee In The World, How Bad Could Things Be?

You're Not Going,"he Said As Soon As She'd Finished. "if I Have To Tie You Up And Sit On You Until This Insane Whim Of Yurs Passes, You Are Not Going To Idris." Clary Felt As If He'd Slapped Her. She Had Thought He'd Be Pleased. She'd Run All The Way From The Hospital To The Institute To Tell Him, And Here He Was Standing In The Entryway Glaring At Her With A Look Of Grim Death. "but You're Going.

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.

Because You Told Me You Don't Have Feelings For Me Anymore, And You See, That's Very Akward, Because I Still Have Them For You. And I Bet You Know It.

She Did Not Belong To Will-she Was Too Much Herself To Belong To Anyone, Even Jem-but She Belonged With Them, And Silently He Cursed The Consul For Not Seeing It.