You Asked Me Who I Belong To.

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

The Two Are Now Bound Inextricably. Should One Die, The Other Will Follow. No Wepon In This World Can Wound Only One Of Them

I Would Never Date A Girl Who Insisted That I Cut You Out Of My Life. It’s Non-negotiable. You Want A Piece Of All This Fabulousness?” He Gestured At Himself. “well, My Best Friend Comes Along With It. I Wouldn’t Cut You Out Of My Life, Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine’s Day Gift.” “gross,” Said Clary. “must You?” He Grinned. “i Must.

He Cocked His Head To The Side. "did He Die Well?" "he Died Screaming." Charlotte's Bluntness Startled Tessa. "what A Beautiful Thing To Hear.

He Began It,” Cecily Said, Jerking Her Chin At Will, Though She Knew It Was Pointless. Jem, Will’s Parabatai, Treated Her With The Distant Sweet Kindness Reserved For The Little Sisters Of One’s Friends, But He Would Always Side With Will. Kindly, But Firmly, He Put Will Above Everything Else In The World. Well, Nearly Everything.