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We Shouldn’t,” Protested Isabelle. “the Clave Has A Plan.” “the Clave Has The Collective Intelligence Of A Pineapple,” Said Jace. Alec Blinked Up At Them. “jace Is Right.” Isabelle Turned On Her Brother. “what Do You Know? You Weren’t Even Paying Attention.” “i Was,” Alec Said, Injured. “i Said Jace Was Right.” “yeah, But There’s Like A 90% Chance Of Me Being Right Most Of The Time, So That’s Not Proof You Were Listening,” Said Jace. “that’s Just A Good Guess.

Oh, Good. You're Starting To Talk About Yourself In The Third Person. That's Not A Sign Of Impending Megalomania Or Anything.

I Stabbed You. With A Massive Sword. You Caught On Fire." His Lips Twitched, Almost Imperceptibly. "okay, So Maybe Our Problems Aren't Like Other Couples.

To Be Friends Is A Beautiful Thing, Tessa, And I Do Not Scorn It, But I Have Hoped For A Long Time Now That We Might Be More Than Friends.

Isabelle: Do You Want Some Soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do You Think Hodge Will Want Some Soup? Jace: No One Wants Soup Simon: I Want Some Soup! Jace: No, You Don't. You Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle