She Wondered Why She’d Ever Thought Trusting

Will Remembered The Two Of Them, Running Through The Dark Streets Of London, Jumping From Rooftop To Rooftop, Seraph Blades Gleaming In Their Hands; Hours In The Training Room, Shoving Each Other Into Mud Puddles, Throwing Snowballs At Jessamine From Behind An Ice Fort In The Courtyard, Asleep Like Puppies On The Rug In Front Of The Fire.

It Was Stupid To Hope, She Knew. But Sometimes Hope Was All You Had.

Jace Looked As If She Had Slapped Him. "why Are You Determined Not To Believe Us?" "because She Loves You," Said Valentine. Clary Felt The Blood Drain Out Of Her Face.

You're My Brother." "those Words Don't Mean Anything Where We're Concerned. We Aren't Human. Their Rules Don't Apply To Us. Stupid Laws About What Dna Can Be Mixed With What. Hypocritical, Really, Considering. We're Already Experiments.

If I Might Make A Suggestion,” Said Will. “about Twenty Paces Behind Us, In The Council Room, Is Benedict. If You’d Like To Go Back In There And Try Kicking Him, I Recommend Aiming Upward And A Bit To The Left—