Isabelle.It was always Isabelle.
—Cassandra Clare
You don’t know her, Simon. I mean, not anymore.
Simon bristled. She wasn’t his Isabelle, not anymore. He wondered if she ever truly had been. Isabelle didn’t seem like the type of girl to belong to someone. It was one of the things he...
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