““Is Valentine.” Her voice shook. “That’s what you’re telling me, right? That Valentine was—is—my father?” Luke nodded, his knotted fingers the only sign of the tension he felt. “Yes.” “Oh, my God.” Clary leaped to her feet, no longer able to sit still. She paced to the bars of the cell. “That’s not possible. It’s just not possible.” “Clary, please don’t get upset—” “Don’t get upset? You’re telling me that my dad is a guy who’s basically an evil overlord, and you want me not to get upset?””
