Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you.

The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth.

At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--

Auteur: Cassandra Clare