He Cocked His Head To The Side.

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.

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.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Maybe You Just Never Knew What It Was Like To Want Something You Couldn't Have Before

She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.