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Desire Is Not Always Lessened By Disgust. Nor Can It Be Bestowed, Like A Favor, To Those Most Deserving Of It. And As My Words Bind My Magic, So You Can Know The Truth. If She Doesn’t Desire His Kiss, She Won’t Be Free.

Scott Noticed Will Staring At It And Grinned. "like What You See?" Woolsey Scott Asked. "i Do Enjoy These Surprise Midnight Declarations. Go Along, Have At It.

Jace Flushed A Slow, Dark Red. "it's Not Like That. If I Thought It Would Help The Clave-but It Won't. She'll Just Get Hurt-" "even If You Thought It Would Help The Clave", Simon Said, "you'd Never Let Them Have Her." "what Makes You Say That, Vampire?" "because No One Can Have Her But You"said Simon

Even The Trip Throught The Portal Had Not Disarranged Magnus's Hair Spikes. He Tugged On One Proudly. "check It Out", He Said To Isabelle. "magic?" "hair Gel. $3.99 At Ricky's.

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.