“I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that." "My plans are not terrible." "Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. " Your plans are suicidal. At best.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I have a plan.” He groaned. “I was afraid of that.” “My plans are not terrible.” “Isabelle’s plans are terrible.” He pointed a finger at her. “Your plans are suicidal. At best.” She sat back, her arms crossed over her… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
