Oh Dear," Said Jace..."i Hope That Wasn't

Because That Was What You Did With Family When You'd Been Worried About Them, You Grabbed Them And Held On To Them And Told Them How Much They'd Pissed You Off, And It Was Okay, Because No Matter How Angry You Got, They Still Belonged To You.

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance - Shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up. Helplessly He Pulled Her Against Him. For A Moment She Clung To Him Tightly, Warm And Alive In His Arms. Her Hair Brushed His Cheek. The Color Had Come Back Into The World; He Could Breathe Again, And For That Moment He Breathed Her In - She Smelled Of Salt, Blood, Tears, And Tessa.

He Lifted The Violin To His Shoulder Then, And Raised The Bow. And He Played.

I Can Tell You That The End Of Life Is The Some Of The Love That Was Lived In It.