For a moment the garden, the noise, the stench of blood and demon, vanished away, andhe was alone in a soundless place with only Tessa. He wanted to run to her, wrap her in hisarms. Protect her.But it was Jem’s place to do those things, not his. Not his.



Jem shook his head. “I cannot ask you to do something that goes against yourconscience.”“My conscience,” Will whispered. “You are my conscience. You have ever been, JamesCarstairs. I will do this for you, but I will extract one promise first.”“What sort of promise?”“You asked me years ago to cease looking for a cure for you,” Will said. “I want you torelease me from that promise. Free me to look, at least. Free me to search.”Jem looked at him with some wonder. “Just when I think I know you perfectly, yousurprise me again. Yes, I will free you. Search. Do what you must. I cannot fetter your bestintentions; it would only be cruel, and I would do the same for you, were I in your place.You know that, don’t you?”“I know it.” Will took a step forward. He put his hands on Jem’s shoulders, feeling howsharp they were beneath his grip, the bones like the wings of a bird. “This is not someempty promise, James. Believe me, there is no one who knows more than I do the pain offalse hope. I will look. If there is anything to be found, I will nd it. But until then—yourlife is yours to live as you choose.”Incredibly, Jem smiled. “I know that,” he said, “but it is gracious of you to remind me.”“I am nothing if not gracious,” Will said. His eyes searched Jem’s face, that face asfamiliar to him as his own. “And determined. You will not leave me. Not while I live.”Jem’s eyes widened, but he said nothing. There was no more to be said. Will dropped hishands from his parabatai’s shoulders and turned toward the door.

Autore: Cassandra Clare