But the rest of Jace’s mind is watching the door slam behind her and seeing the final ruin of all his dreams. It was one thing to push it to this point. It is another to let go forever. Because he knows Clary, and if she goes now, she will not ever come back.
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his parabatai rune was bleeding
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Marry me today.
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He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.
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You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear myself open to let you go.
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You are the Lightwoods — you are all that is left of the Lightwoods.
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Not your parabatai any longer.
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Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.
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Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. “Better it were my hands,” he said.
Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. “No. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?
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