How Had It Happened, Simon Thought, That

Your Place Is With Me. It Always Will Be. -jem Carstairs

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

Jem--jem Is All The Better Part Of Myself. I Would Not Expect You To Understand. I Owe Him This." "then What Am I?" Cecily Asked. Will Exhaled, Too Exasperated To Check Himself. "you Are My Weakness." "and Tessa Is Your Heart," She Said, Not Angrily, But Thoughtfully. "not A Fool, As I Told You," She Added At His Startled Expression. I Know That You Love Her.

A Mark That Spoke Of Loss Was Still A Mark, A Remembrance. You Could Not Lose Something You Never Had.