I Do Not Believe You

Niches Set Back In The Walls Contained Polished Marble Statues Of Entwined Bodies. Will Looked Away From Them Hastily, And Then Back. It Wasn't As If Magnus Seemed To Be Paying Attention To What Will Was Doing, And He'd Honestly Never Imagined Two People Could Get Themselves Into A Position Like That, Much Less Make It Look Artistic.

Jem Shook His Head. "you Bit De Quincey" He Said. "you Fool. He's A Vampire" "i Had No Choice" Said Will " He Was Choking Me" "i Know" Jem Said. " But Really Will, Again?

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

How Can You Not Care?" "practice," Magnus Said, Looking Back To His Book And Turning The Page.

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?