I Hate It When You Answer A

Jace Likes To Pretend That Everyone Isn’t Talking About Him, Even When He Knows They Are.

Jem’s Eyes Had Widened, And Then He’d Laughed, A Soft Laugh. “did You Think I Did Not Know You Had A Secret?” He’d Said. “did You Think I Walked Into My Friendship With You With My Eyes Shut? I Did Not Know The Nature Of The Burden You Carried. But I Knew There Was A Burden.” He’d Stood Up. “i Knew You Thought Yourself Poison To All Those Around You,” He’d Added. “i Knew You Thought There To Be Some Corruptive Force About You That Would Break Me. I Meant To Show You That I Would Not Break, That Love Was Not So Fragile. Did I Do That?

I Would Have Thought Even A Certified Idiot Like Gabriel Here Would Have Taken Account Of It And Notified Someone." "notified Who?" Asked Jem, Not Unreasonably. He Had Moved Closer To Tessa As The Conversation Had Continued. As They Stood Side By Side, The Backs Of Their Hands Brushed. "the Clave. The Postman. Us. Anyone," Said Will, Shooting An Irritated Look At Gabriel, Who Was Starting To Get Some Color Back And Looked Furious. "i Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up.

Are You Threatening To Kidnap Me?" "if You Want To Look At It That Way," Jace Said, "yes.