"Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm."(с)
"You’re a heartbreaker, Isabelle Lightwood,” he said, as lightly as he could with her blood still running through him like fire. “Jace told Clary once you’d walk all over me in high-heeled boots.” “That was then. You’re different now.” She eyed him.
“You’re not scared of me.” He touched her face. “And you’re not scared of anything.” “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll break my heart.”
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“You’re not scared of me.” He touched her face. “And you’re not scared of anything.” “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll break my heart.”
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