He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

“Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired.Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Shee…”

“I think I like ‘mundane’ better than ‘bloodsucker,’” Simon muttered.“With Jace,…”

“Always when Will did something to protect Tessa, Jem thought it was for his sak…”

“Gold to airy thinness beat.”