No," said Simon. "I know we're not much compared to you, but we don't kill our friends. We try to save them. If Heaven didn't want it that way, we ought to have been given the ability to love." He shoved his hair back, baring the Mark more fully. "No, you don't need to help me. But if you don't, there's nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can't kill me. Think of it as me leaning on you Heavenly doorbell... forever.
Cassandra ClarePart of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her motherโs shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend everything was all right. The other part of her knew that it wouldnโt make a difference; she couldnโt keep her eyes closed forever.
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