She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.
Cassandra ClareI would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.
Cassandra ClareI love you; I love you and I donโt care that youโre my sister; donโt be with him, donโt want him, donโt go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I donโt know how to be without you.
Cassandra Clare