We needn't talk about Tessa if you don't want to, you know." "It's not Tessa." This was true. Will hadn't been thinking of Tessa. He was getting good at not thinking about her, really; all it took was determination and practice.
Cassandra ClareYou're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.
Cassandra ClareAlec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole.
Cassandra ClareClothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright silver-gold whip hung from one bedpost, a lacy white bra from another. Simon averted his eyes. The curtains were drawn, the lamps extinguished. Isabelle flopped down on the edge of the bed and looked at him with bitter amusement. "A blushing vampire. Who would have guessed.
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