Is That Why You Didn't Call Me?

Kill Me, Little Sister. Kill Me And You Kill Jace, Too.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

While The Clave Disapproves Of Trespassers, Oddly They Take An Even Darker View Of Beheading And Skinning People. They're Peculiar That Way.

I Decided It Was Well Past Time To Take Him Home And Place Him In Bosom Of His Family. If You Had Rather I Put Him In An Orphanage, I Fully Understand.

Actually," Clary Said, "i Think He Stayed Because Of Me." Jace's Glaze Flicked Up To Hers With A Flash Of Gold. "because Of You? Hoping For Another Hot Date, Was He?" Clary Felt Herself Flush. "no. And Our Date Wasn't Hot. In Fact, It Wasn't Even A Date. Anyway, That's Not The Point. When He Came Into The Hall, He Kept Trying To Get Me To Go Outside With Him So We Could Talk. He Wanted Something From Me. I Just Don't Know What." "or Maybe He Just Wanted You," Jace Said. Seeing Clary's Expression, He Added, "not That Way. I Mean Maybe He Wanted To Bring You To Valentine.