I Care About You," Simon Said. "i

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

Don't Fight In Front Of The Client, Boys." Catarina Implored In Her Sweet Voice," Or I Will Knock Your Heads Together So Hard, Your Skulls Will Crack Like Eggs

There She Is." Alec Spotted His Sister And Waved Her Over, Looking Relieved. "over Here. And Watch Out For The Phouka." "watch Out For The Phouka?" Jace Repeated, Glancing Toward A Thin Brown-skinned Man In A Green Paisley Vest Who Eyed Isabelle Thoughtfully As She Walked By. "he Pinched Me When I Passed Him Earlier," Alec Said Stiffly. "in A Highly Personal Area." "i Hate To Break It To You, But If He's Interested In Your Highly Personal Areas, He Probably Isn't Interested In Your Sister's.

He Said There Are Thousands Of Shadowhunters, But Great Love Comes Once In A Lifetime If One Is Lucky, And One Would Be A Fool To Let It Go.

You Ask A Lot Of Questions, Don't You?" "my Brother Always Says Curiosity Is My Besetting Sin.