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Seeing Through Glamour Is Easy. It's People That Are Hard.

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.

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.

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

And You Won’t Leave Me?” “no.” Alec Said. “no, We Won’t Ever Leave You. You Know That.” “never.” Isabelle Took His Hand, The One Alec Wasn’t Holding, And Pressed It Fiercely. “lightwoods, All Together.” She Whispered. Jace's Hand Was Suddenly Damp Where She Was Holding It, And He Realized She Was Crying, Her Tears Splashing Down Crying For Him, Because She Loved Him; Even After Everything That Had Happened, She Still Loved Him. They Both Did. He Fell Asleep Like That, With Isabelle On One Side Of Him And Alec On The Other, As The Sun Came Up With The Dawn.