Sorry,โ she said breathlessly. โI got lost in the crowd.โ โI noticed,โ he said. โOne second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.โ Sebastian chuckled. โGirl or boy werewolf?โ โNot sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.
Cassandra ClareFar below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.
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