But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.

Yech," said Simon. "Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.

Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.

Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.

"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me." "I was ninety percent sure." "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent."