You donโt sound very patriotic,โ observed Tessa. โWerenโt you just reminiscing about the mountains?โ โPatriotic?โ Will looked smug. โIโll tell you whatโs patriotic,โ he said. โIn honor of my birthplace, Iโve the dragon of Wales tattooed on myโโ โYouโre in a charming temper, arenโt you, William?โ interrupted Jem, though there was no edge to his voice.
Cassandra ClareShe hated that will had this effect on her. Hated it. She knew better. She knew what he thought of her. That she was worth nothing. And still a look from him could make her tremble with mingled hatred and longing. It was like poison in her blood, to which Jem was the only antidote.
Cassandra ClareShe seemed shy, yet all her attention was focused on Magnus, as if he were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. There was no man who did not want to see himself reflected like that in a beautiful girl's eyes.
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