Whoever Loves You Now—and You

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.

He Was Wearing A Look That She Found Odd And Compelling - That Amusement That Didn’t Seem To Pass Beyond The Surface Of His Features, As He Found Everything In The World Both Infinitely Funny And Infinitely Tragic All At The Same Time.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

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Charlotte, Darling," Henry Said To His Wife, Who Was Staring At Him In Gape-mouthed Horror. Jessamine, Beside Her, Was Wide Eyed. "sorry I'm Late. You Know, I Think I Might Nearly Have The Sensor Working-" Will Interrupted. "henry," He Said, "you're On Fire. You Do Know That Don't You?