Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The

They Also Said She Was Unconscious And That Valentine Wasn’t Happy About It. He Seems To Be Waiting For Her To Wake Up.” “i’d Stay Unconscious If I Were Her,” Isabelle Muttered.

It's So Dark," She Said Lamely. "you Want Me To Hold Your Hand?" Clary Put Both Her Hands Behind Her Back Like A Small Child. "don't Talk Down To Me." "well, I Could Hardly Talk Up To You. You're Too Short.

There She Is." Alec Spotted His Sister And Waved Her Over, Looking Relieved. "over Here. And Watch Out For The Phouka." "watch Out For The Phouka?" Jace Repeated, Glancing Toward A Thin Brown-skinned Man In A Green Paisley Vest Who Eyed Isabelle Thoughtfully As She Walked By. "he Pinched Me When I Passed Him Earlier," Alec Said Stiffly. "in A Highly Personal Area." "i Hate To Break It To You, But If He's Interested In Your Highly Personal Areas, He Probably Isn't Interested In Your Sister's.

I Have A Fetish For Damsels In Distress.” “don’t Be Sexist.” “not At All. My Services Are Also Available To Gentlemen In Distress. It’s An Equal Opportunity Fetish.

Jace, There Is No Wedding! Stop Isabelle! Sit On Her If You Have To. Just Stop Her From Doing Whatever She's Doing Or I Can Never Come Home. -alec