Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk

It Doesn't Hurt." "but My Eyes Do," Said A Coolly Amused Voice From The Doorway. Jace. He Had Come In So Quietly That Even Simon Hadn't Heard Him; Closing The Door Behind Him, He Grinned As Isabelle Pulled Simon's Shirt Down. "molesting The Vampire While He's Too Weak To Fight Back, Iz?" He Asked. "i'm Pretty Sure That Violates At Least One Of The Accords." "i'm Just Showing Him Where He Got Stabbed," Isabelle Protested, But She Scooted Back To Her Chair With A Certain Amount Of Haste.

No Fewer Than Four Of My Esteemed Elders Told Me I Was On No Account To Ever Converse With You, So I Vowed That I Would Know You. My Name Is Edmund Herondale. May I Ask Your Name? They Reffered To You Only As 'that Disgraceful One-warlock Show.

Will Has Always Been The Brighter Burning Star, The One To Catch Attention — But Jem Is A Steady Flame, Unwavering And Honest. He Could Make You Happy.

There Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Hostility, You Seemed To Have Crossed It. What's Up?

It's Very Advanced Of You To Have Accepted My Mortality So Fatalistically.