His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

Maybe You Just Never Knew What It Was Like To Want Something You Couldn't Have Before

Jem Knotted His Fingers In The Material Of Will's Sleeve. "you Are My Parabatai," He Said, "you Said Once I Could Ask Anything Of You.

And The Gold Of Her Ruined Wedding Dress.

And Who Are All These People? There Weren't This Many When I Fell Asleep." Alfie Shrugged, Indicating That The Universe Was Mysterious And Nothing Would Ever Be Fully Understood.