I Think She Just Asked If She

This Time Clary Concentrated, Trying To Focus Her Mind On Simon-the Simon-ness Of Him, The Shape Of The Way He Thought, The Feeling Of Hearing His Voice, The Sence Of Him Close. His Whispers, His Secrets, The Way He Made Her Laugh. 'so', She Thought Conversationally, 'now That I'm In Your Mind, Wnat To See Some Naked Mental Pictures Of Jace?' Simon Jumped. "i Heard That! And, No.

What Was That?" Jace Said. "sorry, I Think I Fell Asleep For A Moment. Do, Continue With Whatever Mesmerizing Thing You Were Saying.

I Didn't Know," He Said. "i Didn't Know You Needed Me." Her Voice Shook. "i Always Need You

There Is Nothing Quite Like The Moral Absolutism Of The Young." -hodge

We Had And Incident. I Took Care Of It." "really." Jace's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "do You Even Know How To Use That Knife, Clarissa? Without Poking A Hole In Yourself Or Any Innocent Bystanders?