Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

You Promise Me, He Said. That You Love Him. Enough To Marry Him And Make Him Happy.

There Is No Pretending," Jace Said With Absolute Clarity. "i Love You, And I Will Love You Until I Die, And If There Is Life After That, I'll Love You Then.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

She Felt Dirty All Over And Looking Over Sebastian, Sweat On His Brow And His Naked Torso Barely Covered By The Sheets, She Had To Swallow Back Bile At What She'd Just Done.