He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.

To her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.