Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself.
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.
Cassandra ClareI would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.
Cassandra ClareWear that scarf," he said, pointing to a blue cashmere scarf hanging on a peg. "It matches your eyes." Alec looked at it. Suddenly he was filled with hate - for the scarf, for Magnus, and most of all for himself. "Don't tell me," he said. "The scarf's a hundred years old, and it was given to you by Queen Victoria right before she died, for special services to the Crown or something." Magnus sat up. "What's gotten into you?" Alec stared at him. "Am I the newest thing in this apartment?" "I think that honor goes to Chairman Meow. He's only two." "I said newest, not youngest," Alec snapped.
Cassandra Clare