"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?"

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

And Quit Baring Your Fangs At Me. It's Making Me Nervous." "good," Simon Said. "if You Want To Know Why, It's Because You Smell Like Blood." "it's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." Jace Raised His Left Hand.

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.

Is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora." "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

Magnus's Eyes Went Back To Alec. They Were Gold-green, As Unreadable As The Eyes Of The Cat He Held On His Lap. "not My Favorite Topic, Smedley." "simon", Said Simon. "if I'm Going To Die For You All, The Least You Could Do Is Remember My Name.