It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning."
Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -"
He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?"
"It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.

Auteur: Cassandra Clare

It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning."<br />Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -"<br />He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?"<br />"It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely. - Cassandra Clare




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