I Want It To Stop," He Said.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

Will Looked As If She Had Slpped Him. "i Didn't Do It So You'd Be Grateful!" "then What?" Her Voice Rose. "you Did It Because It's Your Mandate? Because The Law Says-" "i Did It Because I Love You!

Come With Me," She Said. "stay With Me. Be With Me. See Everything With Me. I Have Traveled The World And Seen So Much, But There Is So Much More, And No One I Would Rather See It With Than You. I Would Go Everywhere And Anywhere With You, Jem Carstairs.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.