“So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?” (Jace, to Simon)” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
