If You Really Love Something, You Never

And You Don't Care That I'm Your Brother," He Said. "i Know How You Felt About Jace, Even When You Thought He Was Your Brother. You Can't Lie To Me." "jace Is Better Than You." "no One's Better Than Me.

And There Are Vampires, Too? Werewolves, Warlocks, All That Stuff?" Clary Gnawed Her Lower Lip. "so I Hear." "and You Kill Them, Too?" Simon Asked, Directing The Question To Jace, Who Had Put The Stele Back In His Pocket And Was Examining His Flawless Nails For Defects. "only When They've Been Naughty.

For This I Would Be Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.

How She Still Thought Of Max Every Day And It Was Like Someone Had Emptied Her Lungs Of Air, And She Would Catch At Her Heart, Afraid She Was Dying.