If I Held A Revolver To Your

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

Don't." Clary Raised A Warning Hand. "i'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me," Jace Mused.

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.