I Think He's Jealous.

And Then She Said Nothing Else, For Henry Put His Arms Around Her And Kissed Her. Kissed Her In Such A Way That She No Longer Felt Plain, Or Conscious Of Her Hair Or The Ink Spot On Her Dress Or Anything But Henry, Whom She Had Always Loved. Tears Welled Up And Spilled Down Her Cheeks, And When He Drew Away, He Touched Her Wet Face Wonderingly. "really," He Said. "you Love Me, Too, Lottie?

Why Do You Do These Things To Yourself? Not Just What You Did To The Window, But The Way You Talked To Clary. What Are You Punishing Yourself For? You Can't Help How You Feel.

She Felt As If The World Were Tilting And She Was Clinging On Helplessly, Trying To Keep From Tumbling Into A Black Abyss.

It Is Hard To Think Of Something As A Gift When You Have Been Tormented And Imprisoned For It.

Charlotte Said That If I Chose, I Could Cease To Be A Gray And Take The Name My Mother Should Have Had Before She Was Married. I Could Be A Starkweather. I Could Have A True Shadowhunter Name." She Heard Will Exhale A Breath. It Came Out A Puff Of White In The Cold. His Eyes Were Blue And Wide And Clear, Fixed On Her Face. He Wore The Expression Of A Man Who Had Steeled Himself To Do A Terrifying Thing, And Was Carrying It Through. "of Course You Can Have A True Shadowhunter Name," Will Said. "you Can Have Mine.