It's The Mortal Cup Jace,

He Made A Sound Like A Choked Laughed Before He Reached Out And Pulled Her Into Her Arms. She Was Aware Of Luke Watching Them From The Window, But She Shut Her Eyes Resolutely And Buried Her Face Against Jace's Shoulder. He Smelled Of Salt And Blood, And Only When His Mouth Came Close To Her Ear Did She Understand What He Was Saying, And It Was The Simplest Litany Of All: Her Name, Just Her Name.

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

"is Standing By The Window Muttering About Blood Something He Does All The Time?" Asked Simon. "no," Jace Said. "sometimes He Sits On The Couch And Does It."

Jace Laughed, That Soft Rich Sound Clary Loved So Much. "i'm Warning You, That Jacket Is Sexy. The Institute Could Go Up In Sexy, Sexy Flames.

I Think I May Be In Love With You, Sophie," Said Will. "marriage Could Be In The Cards.