She Looked Up At Him With A

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You Live In My Head All The 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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Do You Remember, The Night Of The Battle On Valentine's Ship, When I Needed Some Of Your Strength?" "do You Need It Again Now?" Alec Said. "because You Can Have It." "i Always Need Your Strength, Alec," Magnus Said, And Closed His Eyes As Their Intertwined Fingers Began To Shine, As If Between Them They Held The Light Of A Star.