Oh, leave it,โ said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. โSheโs annexed my plan!โ โWill,โ Tessa said firmly. โDo you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?โ Will pointed a finger at her. โThat,โ he said. โThe second one.
Cassandra ClareWhat's this?" "That's a mango." Simon stared at Jace. Sometimes it really is like Shadowhunters were from an alien planet. "I don't think I've seen one of those that wasn't already cut up," Jace mused. "I like mangoes." Simon grabbed the mango and tossed it into the cart. "Great. What else do you like?" Jace pondered for a moment. "Tomato soup," he said finally. "Tomato soup? You want tomato soup and a mango for dinner?" Jace shrugged. "I don't really care about food.
Cassandra ClareHis fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world.
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