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He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.

Admiring Yourself?” The Inquisitor’s Voice But Through His Reverie. “you Wont Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You.” “you Do Seem Obsessed With My Looks.” Jace Turned Away From The Mirror With Some Relief. “could It Be That All This Is Because You‘re Attracted To Me?

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