Clary smiled at him with a warmth she didnโt feel. โSebastian says I can come with you.โ Jace raised his eyebrows. โMatching haircuts for everyone?โ โI hope not,โ said Sebastian. โI look terrible with curls.
Cassandra ClareWhat happened to you?โ Jace looked affronted. โWhat happened to me?โ Alec shook him, not lightly. โYou said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?โ โA long one?โ Jace suggested.
Cassandra ClareSimon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?" "Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. "I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited." "I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We'd better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.
Cassandra ClareHe made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.
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