I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms

Jace flushed a slow, dark red. "It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt-" "Even if you thought it would help the Clave", Simon said, "you'd never let them have her." "What makes you say that, vampire?" "Because no one can have her but you"said Simon

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

One does not greet the Queen of the Seelie Court with the barbarous human 'hello'.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked. She shook her head. He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart," he told her, and left.