One Must Look At The Next Step

Demon Pox. There's Always Demon Pox.

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

I Am Stronger When Tessa Is Here, You See. I Told It To You," Said Jem, Still In The Same Soft Voice. At That, Will Did Duck His Head So That Tessa Could Not See His Eyes. "i See It," He Said.

He Felt His Heart, Which No Longer Beat, Contract, And He Wondered If There Was Anything In The World As Painful As Not Being Able To Protect The People You Loved.