It’s me,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I could understand if you didn’t believe me, but I swear on the Angel, Iz, it’s me.” Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jace’s hand tightened. “You don’t need to swear,”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She felt Jace’s muscles flex as he reached past her for something, and heard the crackle of foil.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
