““But you knew my mother. She was your neighbor—” “This is an official Clave investigation.” Jace cut her off. “I can always come back with the Silent Brothers.” “Oh, for the—” Dorothea glanced at her door, then at Jace and Clary. “I suppose you might as well come in,” she said, finally. “I’ll tell you what I can.” She started toward the door, then halted on the threshold, glaring. “But if you tell anyone I helped you, Shadowhunter, you’ll wake up tomorrow with snakes for hair and an extra pair of arms.” “That might be nice, an extra pair of arms,” Jace said. “Handy in a fight.” “Not if they’re growing out of your . . .” Dorothea paused and smiled at him, not without malice. “Neck.” “Yikes,” said Jace mildly. “Yikes is right, Jace Wayland.””
