Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.
Cassandra Clareshe glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.
Cassandra ClareKeeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.
Cassandra Clare