She Was Afraid You'd Freak Out? Start

Isabelle," She Said, Lightening Her Tone With An Obvious Effort, "your Loyalty To Your Friend Is Understandable --" "he's Not My Friend." Isabelle Looked Over At Jace, Who Was Staring At Her In A Sort Of Daze. "he's My Brother.

He Didn't Know What Books Meant To Her, That Books Were Symbols Of Truth And Meaning.

Something In Him Was Broken, And Through That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away

I'm Here," She Said, Skidding To A Stop. "can We Go Now?" Sebastian Insisted On Helping Her On With The Coat. "i Don't Think Anyone's Ever Helped Me With My Coat Before," Clary Observed, Freeing The Hair That Had Gotten Trapped Under Her Collar. "well, Maybe Waiters. Were You Ever A Waiter?" "no, But I Was Brought Up By A Frenchwoman," Sebastian Reminded Her. "it Involves An Even More Rigorous Course Of Training.

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.