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

“It was like a bad movie except he didn’t actually twirl his mustache.”-Jace to …”

“You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear mysel…”

“We would report the exact details of her letter to her modiste, but we fear you…”

“How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her …”