It Was A Very Bad Idea. It

Charlotte Said That If I Chose, I Could Cease To Be A Gray And Take The Name My Mother Should Have Had Before She Was Married. I Could Be A Starkweather. I Could Have A True Shadowhunter Name." She Heard Will Exhale A Breath. It Came Out A Puff Of White In The Cold. His Eyes Were Blue And Wide And Clear, Fixed On Her Face. He Wore The Expression Of A Man Who Had Steeled Himself To Do A Terrifying Thing, And Was Carrying It Through. "of Course You Can Have A True Shadowhunter Name," Will Said. "you Can Have Mine.

She Still Felt His Gaze On Her Like The Brush Of A Finger Across The Back Of Her Neck, Making Her Shiver.

No, You Don’t Need To Help Me. But If You Don’t, There’s Nothing Stopping Me From Calling You Up Again And Again, Now That I Know You Can’t Kill Me. Think Of It As Me Leaning Against Your Heavenly Doorbell… Forever.

He Is A Shadowhunter,” Said Jocelyn. “his Loyalty Will Be To Clave And Covenant.” “he’s My Friend,” Said Magnus Coldly. “his Loyalty Is To Me.

You Never Cared That I Was Your Sister Before.” “didn’t I?” His Black Eyes Flicked Up And Down Her. “our Father’s Dead,” He Said. “there Are No Other Relatives. You And I, We Are The Last. The Last Of The Morgensterns. You Are The Only One Left Whose Blood Runs In My Veins, Too. You Are My Last Chance.