Those Girls On The Other Side Of

I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.

You’re In My Bones And My Blood And My Heart,” He Said. “i’d Have To Tear Myself Open To Let You Go.

But That's What You're Doing, Isn't It? You're Part Of The Fight Just As Much As The Shadowhunters On The Ship—and I Know You Can Take Some Of My Strength, I've Heard Of Warlocks Doing That—so I'm Offering. Take It. It's Yours.

All That Running And Getting Nowhere, He Thought. Story Of My Life.

Against His Own Will, Almost, Will Felt Himself Understanding; He Would Have Done Anything, He Thought, Told Any Lie, Taken Any Risk, To Make Tessa Love Him.