Wo ai ni, Tessa,โ he whispered. โWo bu xiang shi qu ni.โ She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I donโt want to lose you.
Cassandra Clare"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."
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