My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

Can I help you with something?”Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. “Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you.”Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. “Of course they are,”...

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.

He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with...

Not if your strong enough,” said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek…