You Said I Am A Good Man,"

Stop It," He Hissed In Her Ear. "you'll Just Make It Worse For Yourself. It's Better If You Don't Look." "like You Do?" She Hissed Back. "shutting Your Eyes And Pretending Something's Not Happening Doesn't Make It Not True, Jace. You Ought To Know Better-

When You Told Me The First Time That Valentine Was Your Father, I Didn't Believe It. Not Just Because I Didn't Want It To Be True, But Because You Weren't Anything Like Him. I've Never Thought You're Anything Like Him. But You Are. You Are.

Perhaps," He Said, "we Should Discuss Our Arrangements, Then.

If You’re Being Punished,” Clary Said, “then So Am I. Because All Those Things You Felt, I Felt Them Too, But We Can’t—we Have To Stop Feeling This Way, Because It’s Our Only Chance.” Jace’s Hands Were Tight At His Sides. “our Only Chance For What?” “to Be Together At All. Because Otherwise We Can’t Ever Be Around Each Other, Not Even Just In The Same Room, And I Can’t Stand That. I’d Rather Have You In My Life Even As A Brother Than Not At All

She Glanced Down And Saw That A Glove Of Blood Covered Her Lower Arm From The Elbow To The Wrist. The Arm Was Throbbing, Stiff, And Painful. "is This When You Start Tearing Strips Off Your T-shirt To Bind Up My Wound?" She Joked. She Hated The Sight Of Blood, Especially Her Own. "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked." He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out His Stele. "it Would Have Been A Lot Less Painful.