You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into a vampire What? No! I fell. On your neck?

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

You can never love me.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

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.

Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?

So you interrupted my date to make fun of me for still living with my parents. Couldn't you have done that on a night I didn't have a date? That's most nights, in case you're curious.