And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.
Cassandra ClareHe touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.
Cassandra ClareOf course he loves me. Iโm his sister.โ โBlood isnโt love,โ said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
Cassandra ClareWo wei ni xie de,โ he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. โYou โ made something for me?โ Tessa asked. โI wrote something for you,โ he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.
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