We Need To Talk. All Of Us

Jace,” She Said. “why Are You Doing This To Me?” “because You’re Lying To Me. And You’re Lying To Yourself.” Jace’s Eyes Were Blazing, And Even Though His Hands Were Stuffed Into His Pockets, She Could See That They Were Knotted Into Fists.

She Felt As If She Bled Her Regret And Loneliness From Her Very Pores, And Yet She Could Not Shape Those Feelings Into Any Sentiment She Could Imagine Her Parents Could Bear Reading.

You Might At Least Believe That I Know Honor- Honor And Debt.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.