Chapter Thirty-Five
"'I don't want to be a man,' said Jace. 'I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.'
'Well,' said Luke, 'you're doing a fantastic job.'
– Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
"Who do you like?"
"What are you, five?"
"Ooh, who do you like?"
"No one."
"Who–"
"No one."
"Who. Do. You. Li–"
"How long are you going to keep asking?"
"Until you admit it's me."
Luke blinked. "What?"
"Where's a super with mind reading abilities when you need one?" Nick laughed.
Lila snorted and I giggled. The boys shot us curious glances and our chortles turned into strangled coughs as we struggled to hide the reason we were laughing. Resisting the urge to look over at Dresden, I elbowed Lila and waggle
