Do You Think…" He Raised His Eyebrows.

Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

Izzy," Said Jace, As They Neared The Pond, And She Jumped Up And Spun Around. Her Smile Was Dazzling. "jace!" She Flew At Him And Hugged Him. Now That Was The Way Sisters Were Supposed To Act, Clary Thought. Not All Stiff And Weird And Peculiar, But Happy And Loving. Watching Jace Hug Isabelle, She Tried To School Her Features Into A Happy And Loving Expression. "are You All Right?" Simon Asked, With Some Concern. "your Eyes Are Crossing." "i'm Fine." Clary Abandoned The Attempt. "are You Sure? You Looked Sort Of… Contorted.

She Pulled Away. "that Doesn't Make Any Sense." "neither Does This," He Said, "but I Don't Care. I'm Sick Of Trying To Pretend I Can Live Without You. Don't You Understand That? Can't You See It's Killing Me?

I've Never Minded It," He Went On. "being Lost, That Is. I Had Always Thought One Could Not Truly Be Lost If One Knew One's Own Heart. But I Fear I May Be Lost Without Knowing Yours.

Jace Hated It When Other People Were Worried On His Behalf. It Made Him Feel Like Maybe There Really Was Something To Worry About.