I Take Your Hand, Brother, So That

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 Tell Myself He's Better Than He Makes Himself Out To Be, But, Tessa, What If He Isn't?

Admiring Yourself?” The Inquisitor’s Voice But Through His Reverie. “you Wont Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You.” “you Do Seem Obsessed With My Looks.” Jace Turned Away From The Mirror With Some Relief. “could It Be That All This Is Because You‘re Attracted To Me?

Why Are You Such An Asshat?" "an Asshat?" Jace Looked As If He Were About To Laugh.

Well, She's Not Responding To My Advances," He Observed More Brightly Than He Felt, "so She Must Be Dead." "or She's A Woman Of Good Taste And Sense.