There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

“Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said."I hope not. I intend to marry Agat…”

“Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?”

“I don't usually let people look at this.""Why not?" Jace looked tousled, as if …”

“Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed tog…”