But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested.
Cassandra ClareReparations,โ said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. โIs this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is โgenuphobiaโ. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.โ โWhatโs the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?โ inquired Jessamine.
Cassandra ClareMagnus wants to shout at me, donโt you, Magnus?โ (Jace) โYes,โ Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-
Cassandra ClareInstead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind. 'Come on,' Alec said against Magnus's ear. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.
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