You Ask A Lot Of Questions, Don't

He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.

But That's What You're Doing, Isn't It? You're Part Of The Fight Just As Much As The Shadowhunters On The Ship—and I Know You Can Take Some Of My Strength, I've Heard Of Warlocks Doing That—so I'm Offering. Take It. It's Yours.

She's Alive," Thomas Said, Not Opening His Eyes. "what?" Will Was Caught Off Guard. "the One You Come Back For. Her. Tessa. She's With Sophie.

Please Don’t Do This—don’t Do This To Me. If Anything Happened To You—” He Looked At Her With Surprise. There Was Already A Red Stain On The White Bandages That Wrapped His Chest, Where His Movements Had Pulled His Wound Open. “i…” “what?” “i’m Not Used To You Loving Me,” He Said.

Will Pointed A Finger Accusingly In Their Direction. "you're Ganging Up On Me. Is This How It's Going To Be From Now On? I'll Be The Odd Man Out? Dear God, I'll Have To Befriend Jessamine." "jessamine Can't Stand You," Jem Pointed Out. "henry, Then." "henry Will Set You On Fire.