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The Chairman Likes You.” “is That Good?” “i Never Date Anyone My Cat Doesn’t Like,” Magnus Said Easily, And Stood Up.

The Moment The Door Closed Behind Him, Tessa Was In Will's Arms, Her Hands Locked About His Neck. "oh, By The Angel," She Said. "that Was Mortifying." Will Slid His Hands Into Her Hair And Was Kissing Her, Kissing Her Eyelids And Her Cheeks And Then Her Mouth, Quickly But With Fervor And Concentration, As If Nothing Could Be More Important. "listen To You," He Said. "you Said 'by The Angel.' Like A Shadowhunter." He Kissed The Side Of Her Mouth. "i Love You. God, I Love You. I Waited So Long To Say It.

Tess?” A Soft Voice At The Door; She Looked Up And Saw Will There, Silhouetted In The Light From The Corridor.

Why Is It, Little Shadowhunter, That Your Angels Are So Cold And Without Mercy? Why Do They Break That Which Will Not Obey Them?

She Could Ask For Anything, She Thought Dizzily, Anything--an End To Pain Or World Hunger Or Disease, Or For Peace On Earth. But Then Again, Perhaps These Things Weren't In The Power Of Angels To Grant, Or They Would Already Have Been Granted. And Perhaps People Were Supposed To Find These Things For Themselves.