If I Had Not Been A Shadowhunter,

Tessa Poked At Her Left Incisor With Her Tongue. It Was Flat Again, An Ordinary Tooth. "i Don't Understand What Makes Them Come Out Like That!" "hunger," Said Jem. "were You Think About Blood?" "no." "were You Thinking About Eating Me?" Will Inquired. "no!" "no One Would Blame You," Said Jem. "he's Very Annoying.

And Next Time You're Planning To Injure Yourself To Get Me Attention, Just Remember That A Little Sweet Talk Works Wonders.

You Want This?" His Voice Was Hoarse. "yes," She Said. "do You?" His Finger Traced The Outline Of Her Mouth. "for This I Would Have Been Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything." She Felt The Burn Behind Her Eyes, The Pressure Of Tears, And Blinked Wet Eyelashes. "will ..." "dw I'n Dy Garu Di Am Byth," He Said. "i Love You. Always." And He Moved To Cover Her Body With His Own.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them.