She Was Afraid You'd Freak Out? Start

You Don’t Sound Very Patriotic,” Observed Tessa. “weren’t You Just Reminiscing About The Mountains?” “patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You What’s Patriotic,” He Said. “in Honor Of My Birthplace, I’ve The Dragon Of Wales Tattooed On My—” “you’re In A Charming Temper, Aren’t You, William?” Interrupted Jem, Though There Was No Edge To His Voice.

As The Carriage Whipped Forward, They Passed The Alley She Had Spent So Many Days Staring At—it Was There, And Then Gone As They Careened Around A Corner, Nearly Knocking Over A Costermonger Pushing A Donkey Cart Piled High With New Potatoes. Tessa Screamed. Will Reached Past Her And Yanked The Curtain Shut. "it's Better If You Don't Look," He Told Her Pleasantly. "he's Going To Kill Someone. Or Get Us Killed." "no, He Won't. Thomas Is An Excellent Driver." Tessa Glared At Him. "clearly The Word Excellent Means Something Else On This Side Of The Atlantic.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out. Of Course, The Aftermath Was Less Pleasant. Once You'd Told Everyone You Hated Them And Not To Come After You, Where Exactly Did You Go?

Wait A Second," Clary Said. "i Never Understand Why People Say That," Luke Said, To No One In Particular. "i Wasn't Going Anywhere.

She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.