Jace?" She offered him the glass.
"I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get the gone, woman and bring me something brown."
"Brown?" Isabelle made a face.
"Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look-Alec is wearing it."
Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded."
"You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.

Autor: Cassandra Clare

Jace?" She offered him the glass. <br />"I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get the gone, woman and bring me something brown."<br />"Brown?" Isabelle made a face. <br />"Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look-Alec is wearing it."<br />Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded."<br />"You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested. - Cassandra Clare


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