““We are,” Jace said. “Do you still have that dagger I gave you?” “No. I lost it in the Dumort, remember?” “That’s right.” Jace looked at her, pleased. “Nearly killed a werewolf with it. I remember.” Isabelle, who had been standing by the window, rolled her eyes. “I forgot that’s what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace. Girls killing things.” “I like anyone killing things,” he said equably. “Especially me.””
