Who Do We Belong With But Each

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." (jace)

Suddenly Reminded, She Clapped A Hand Over Her Mouth. "oh- Simon!" "no, I'm Jace," He Said Patiently. "simon Is The Weaselly Little One With The Bad Haircut And Dismal Fashion Sense.

I Did It Because I Love You!" He Half-shouted, And Then, As If Registering The Shocked Look Her Face, He Said In A More Subdued Voice, "i Love You, Tessa, And I Have Loved You, Almost Since The Moment I Met You.

Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short, Redheaded, Bad Temper.