Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --" "He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.
Cassandra ClareActually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.
Cassandra ClareAdmiring yourself?โ The Inquisitorโs voice but through his reverie. โYou wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.โ โYou do seem obsessed with my looks.โ Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. โCould it be that all this is because youโre attracted to me?
Cassandra Clare