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

“with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.”

“But I will never have a bride.”

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“I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,” he said. “About anythin…”