We Seemed To Be Trapped

He Gazed Amusedly Down The Table At Tessa. “you’re The Shape-changer, Aren’t You?” He Said. “magnus Bane Told Me About You. No Mark On You At All, They Say.” Tessa Swallowed And Looked Him Straight In The Eye. They Were Discordantly Human Eyes, Ordinary In His Extraordinary Face. “no. No Mark.” He Grinned Around His Fork. “i Do Suppose They’ve Looked Everywhere?” “i’m Sure Will’s Tried,” Said Jessamine In A Bored Tone.

How Could You Have Guessed?” Miserable Though Will Was, He Felt Free, As If A Heavy Burden Had Been Displaced From Him. “i Did All I Could To Hide And Deny It. You—you Never Hid Your Feelings. Looking Back, It Was Clear And Plain, And Yet I Never Saw It. I Was Astonished When Tessa Told Me That You Were Engaged. You’ve Always Been The Source In My Life Of Such Good Things, James. I Never Thought You Would Be The Source Of Pain, And So, Wrongly, I Never Thought Of Your Feelings At All. And That Is Why I Was So Blind.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63

He'd Felt Like A Jack-o-lantern For The Past Few Days, As If His Guts Had Been Yanked Out With A Fork And Dumped In A Heap While A Grinning Smile Stayed Plastered On His Face.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.