The Nephilim - The Bogeyman

Will You Do Me The Honor Of Being My Wife?

You Swore To Stay With Me,” He Said. “when We Made Our Oath, As Parabatai. Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.” “we Are Two People,” Said Jem. “two People With A Covenant Between Us.” Will Knew He Sounded Like A Child, But He Could Not Help It. “a Covenant That Says You Must Not Go Where I Cannot Come With You.” “until Death,” Jem Replied Gently. “those Are The Words Of The Oath. ‘until Aught But Death Part Thee And Me.’ Someday, Will, I Will Go Where None Can Follow Me, And I Think It Will Be Sooner Rather Than Later.

Well, It Seems A Bit Silly, Looking There,” Said Will. “it’s Not Like Mortmain’s Going To Lodge A Complaint Against The Shadow-hunters Through Official Channels. ‘very Upset Shadowhunters Refused To All Die When I Wanted Them To. Demand Recompense. Please Mail Cheque To A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—

Do You Think She’ll Catch Him Before He Gets To The Hall?” “my Mom’s Spent Her Whole Life Chasing Me Around,” Clary Said. “she Moves Fast.

Will’s Voice Dropped. “everyone Makes Mistakes, Jem.” “yes,” Said Jem. “you Just Make More Of Them Than Most People.” “i —” “you Hurt Everyone,” Said Jem. “everyone Whose Life You Touch.” “not You,” Will Whispered. “i Hurt Everyone But You. I Never Meant To Hurt You.” Jem Put His Hands Up, Pressing His Palms Against His Eyes. “will —” “you Can’t Never Forgive Me,” Will Said In Disbelief, Hearing The Panic Tinging His Own Voice. “i’d Be —” “alone?” Jem Lowered His Hand, But He Was Smiling Now, Crookedly. “and Whose Fault Is That?