The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

I think you'll find that one would be self-defeating." Jace said lightly shoving his feet into his boots. "We are bound, he and I. Cut him and I bleed.

That though he is weak, he can still burn.

I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me." Her voice shook. "I always need you

You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.