It didn’t matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice.
She raised her eyes to the Angel’s.
"Jace," she said.

“I don't even want to want anyone but you.”

“i would say it was nice to meet you, but the fact is it wasnt. in fact, it was …”

“If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?”

“What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?”