Alec drew his hand back with a low whistle. "The Inquisitor meant business."
"Of course she did. I'm a dangerous criminal. Or hadn't you heard?" Jace heard the acid in his own tone, saw Alec flinch, and was meanly, momentarily, glad.
"She didn't call you a criminal, exactly..."
"No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nun

Auteur: Cassandra Clare