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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.

I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.

He Cocked His Head To The Side. "did He Die Well?" "he Died Screaming." Charlotte's Bluntness Startled Tessa. "what A Beautiful Thing To Hear.

One Can Love Two Children. But Your Heart Can Be Given Romantic Love To Only A Single Other, Said Woolsey.

One Can Give Up Many Things For Love, But One Should Not Give Up Oneself.