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He Made A Sound Like A Choked Laughed Before He Reached Out And Pulled Her Into Her Arms. She Was Aware Of Luke Watching Them From The Window, But She Shut Her Eyes Resolutely And Buried Her Face Against Jace's Shoulder. He Smelled Of Salt And Blood, And Only When His Mouth Came Close To Her Ear Did She Understand What He Was Saying, And It Was The Simplest Litany Of All: Her Name, Just Her Name.

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Thank You,” Simon Said. “it’s A Joke, Isabelle. He’s The Count. He Likes Counting. You Know. ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Chocolate Chip Cookie, Two Chocolate Chip Cookies, Three Chocolate Chip Cookies . . .’” There Was A Rush Of Cold Air As The Door Of The Restaurant Opened, Letting In Another Customer. Isabelle Shivered And Reached For Her Black Silk Scarf. “it’s Not Realistic.” “what Would You Prefer? ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers . . .