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Jace was careful now, his mouth sliding softly against hers, his hand closing on her shoulder. For a moment they were body to body, and she felt the thrum and pulse of his blood. He moved to pull her closer, and a sharp, dry spark passed between them, like the zing of static electricity. Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke out from the nearby hill. Simon, Isabelle, and Alec waved at them.
Jace bowed while Clary stepped back slightly sheepishly, hooking her thumbs into the belt of her jeans.
Jace sighed. Simon and Isabelle were side by side, talking quietly. Alec was sitting a little apart, staring at the screen of his phone with an expression of intense concentration.
Jace threw himself down next to his parabatai. I can see your outgoing calls. He looked smaller these days, almost skinny in his worn blue pullover, holes at the elbows, his lips bitten and chapped. None of them could really believe it. Alec shrugged. Isabelle was laughing.
Under normal circumstances Jace would have killed, or at least threatened, anyone who hurt Alec; this was different. Even someone you loved. Alec protested and reached for it, but Jace held him off with one hand, expertly scrolling through the messages on the phone with the other. Just no. The screen went blank as Jace dropped the pieces to the ground. Okay, that came out wrong. You have to stop.
Thanks a lot. I turned my phone off. The Clave keeps wanting to hear what happened when we fought Sebastian at the Burren. How Jace absorbed the heavenly fire from Glorious.
Descriptions of the Dark Shadowhunters, the Infernal Cup, the weapons they used, the runes that were on them. What we were wearing, what Sebastian was wearing, what everyone was wearing.
No matter how many times we tell them what we saw at the Burren. No matter how many times we tell them how dangerous the Endarkened are. That Shadowhunters could kill Shadowhunters. They terrified her. Not like we do. And he has them about Jocelyn.
He hates her. All the wards, in fact. The Brothers had never gotten the chance. Overnight the bodies had rotted away to the equivalent of decade-old corpses. There had been nothing to do but burn the remains.
Isabelle found her voice again: Brother Zachariah had told Clary that in the earliest days of Shadowhunters, the Nephilim had sought to capture heavenly fire in a weapon, something that could be wielded against demons. They had never managed it, and eventually seraph blades had become their weapons of choice. In the end, again, the Silent Brothers had given up. The loud beep of a text message sounded; Isabelle had flicked on her phone again.
We have to be at it. Clary scrambled up and reached a hand down to Jace. He took it and stood. Does that mean I have to get you guys presents? Maybe not?
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It observed the day the Mortal Instruments were given to Jonathan Shadowhunter. I think Shadowhunters got annoyed with being left out of all the mundane celebrations, though, so a lot of Institutes have Christmas parties. The London one is famous. The God of the Jews is an angry God. And very gift-oriented. Jace sighed, and kissed Clary—a quick good-bye brush of lips against her temple, but it made her shiver.
Not being able to touch Jace or kiss him properly was starting to make her jump out of her own skin.
Go talk to him. He was even graceful doing that, Clary thought gloomily. And sexy. Definitely sexy. She lifted her hand in a halfhearted wave. The Frays had never been a religiously observant family, but Clary loved Fifth Avenue at Christmastime.
The air smelled like sweet roasted chestnuts, and the window displays sparkled with silver and blue, green and red. This year there were fat round crystal snowflakes attached to each lamppost, sending back the winter sunlight in shafts of gold.
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Not to mention the huge tree at Rockefeller Center. It threw its shadow across them when she and Simon draped themselves over the gate at the side of the skating rink, watching tourists fall down as they tried to navigate the ice. Clary had a hot chocolate wrapped in her hands, the warmth spreading through her body.
She felt almost normal—this, coming to Fifth to see the window displays and the tree, had been a winter tradition for her and Simon for as long as she could remember.
She chanced a sideways look at him. He was wearing a black topcoat and scarf that emphasized the pallor of his skin. He looked like what he was—a hungry, tired vampire. Well, she thought. Almost like old times. He likes classical music. Rachmaninoff is tough stuff, but he likes a challenge. What are you giving Isabelle? They had started heading toward the avenue, where a steady stream of pedestrians gawking at the windows clogged the streets. The relationship, I mean. Are you allowed to see other people?
In the meantime—perfume! It was massive on the inside, with rows of gleaming bottles everywhere. Figs have a smell? It was her mother.
Clary rolled her eyes and texted back. Jocelyn still got nervous when she thought Clary was out with Jace. Even though, as Clary had pointed out, Jace was probably the safest boyfriend in the world since he was pretty much banned from 1 getting angry, 2 making sexual advances, and 3 doing anything that would produce an adrenaline rush.
Is Magnus your closer friend, or Alec? I understand why Magnus did it, but Alec is so wrecked. Simon looked dubious. Sebastian sitting across from her at a table in Paris. Do you think you can forgive me?
I mean, do you think forgiveness is possible for someone like me? Clary abandoned the thought, and leaned in to inhale instead. Not so much like last year.
He could help. I know Raphael is her second in command. Matter of time. They know not to touch you. It would be war with the Clave. Through the window she could see Luke, waiting outside on the sidewalk. In his flannel shirt he looked out of place among the stylish New Yorkers. Breaking free of the crowd, Jocelyn caught up to them and threw her arms around Clary. He shrugged. Finally Jocelyn released her and stepped back. I would have thought Jace would have texted you by now. The same small entryway and single yellow bulb.
Safer than using another rune, he figured. After all, Magnus could be playing video games naked or, really, doing practically anything. Who knew what warlocks got up to in their spare time? Jace buzzed again, this time leaning firmly on the doorbell. Two more long buzzes, and Magnus finally yanked the door open, looking furious. He was wearing a black silk dressing gown over a white dress shirt and tweed pants.
His feet were bare. His dark hair was tangled, and there was the shadow of stubble on his jaw. Alec was my boyfriend, so I had to put up with you. Not that any of you seem to realize it.
You must be the—what, fourth? Sometimes it was a big modern loft. Sometimes it looked like a French bordello, or a Victorian opium den, or the inside of a spaceship. Right now, though, it was messy and dark. Stacks of old Chinese food cartons littered the coffee table.
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Chairman Meow lay on the rag rug, all four legs sticking straight out in front of him like a dead deer. Say whatever you came here to say.
Magnus rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. Very noble of him. And so are you, by the look of things. You can choose your parabatai, but then you can never un-choose them. Even if they turn on you. Look at Luke and Valentine. And if they die, some part of you dies too. You are odd creatures. All fragile nobility and humanity on one side, and all the thoughtless fire of angels on the other. Do you? Do you have friends?
I mean, besides the people who come to your parties. How old are you, Magnus?
The real answer. There was a pillow with a pattern of the Union Jack on the ottoman. He grabbed it and put it behind his head. I can sit here all day. Magnus watched, arrested midmotion, as Jace dug around in his pocket and flipped the phone open.
It was Isabelle. I think I might be making some headway. Her voice was tightly strained. He could hear the sharpness in it, like the off notes of a badly tuned piano. Right away, Jace. Jace closed his eyes. He saw golden blood, and white feathers scattered across a marble floor. There was a buzzing in his ears.
He realized he was already at the door, the phone back in his pocket. He turned. Magnus was behind him, his expression stark. Is he all right? Tell us what you like, so we can send you books you'll love.
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More books from this author: See more by Cassandra Clare.I've waited for this moment. List Chapter or Page:. The whole TMI series is filled with things from other books and tv shows, CC can't seem to think of stuff by herself.
One aspect of this book that I really liked was the way the author pulled all the characters together. Magnus made plenty of mistakes in his centuries old life but when Alec, a teenager in his first ever relationship, made one mistake he flipped the fuck out.