She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.
Cassandra ClareRage flared up in Tessa and she considered belting Woolsey with the poker whether he came near her or not. He had moved awfully quickly while fighting Will, though, and she didnโt fancy her chances. โYou donโt know James Carstairs. Donโt speak about him.โ โLove him, do you?โ Woolsey managed to make it sound unpleasant. โBut you love Will, too.โ Tessa froze. She had known that Magnus knew of Willโs affection for her, but the idea that what she felt for him in return was written across her face was too terrifying to contemplate.
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