“The stone wall was cold against her back, but Jace was kissing her shoulder, easing the strap of her dress down. She was hot and cold and shivering. The world had fractured into bits, like the bright pieces inside a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
