Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.
Cassandra ClareHe glanced furtively up and down the hallway. "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me," said Jace. "No," said Clary. "I want to eat. I'm starving.
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