There Were Some Memories, Though, That Never

“ It’ S A Lot To Process,” She Said. “ What Sebastian Said, What Happened Last Night, Everything. I Need To Sleep, But I’ M Too Keyed Up. When I Was Young And I Couldn’ T Sleep, My Mother Used To Read To Me To Relax Me.” “ A Nd I Remind You Of Your Mother Now? I Have Got To Look Into A Manlier Cologne

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

She Hated That Will Had This Effect On Her. Hated It. She Knew Better. She Knew What He Thought Of Her. That She Was Worth Nothing. And Still A Look From Him Could Make Her Tremble With Mingled Hatred And Longing. It Was Like Poison In Her Blood, To Which Jem Was The Only Antidote.

I Was Hoping They Would Put Up Flyers Like They Do For Lost Cats." He Said. "missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hotstuff'." "you Did Not Just Say That." "you Don't Like 'hotstuff'? You Think 'sweet Cheeks' Might Be Better? "love Crumpet'? Really? That Last One's Stretching It A Bit. Though, Technically My Family Is British-

I Swear, I Almost Died Back There On That Ship, You Know." He Let Her Hand Go, But He Was Staring At Her, Almost As If He Meant To Memorize Her Face. " I Know," He Said. "everytime You Almost Die, I Almost Die Myself.