Mr. Lightwood," she said, raising herself up on her elbows. "Are those scones under your bed?

“Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear sep…”

“Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her t…”

“Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her t…”

“No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.”