“Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand...”

“Fate is never fair. You are caught in a current much stronger than you are; struggle against it and you'll drown not just yourself but those who try to save you. Swim with it. and you'll survive”

“Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?”

“Will." Her hands pulled at his shirt, and it came away, the buttons tearing, his head shaking free of the fabric, all wild dark hair, Heathcliff on the moors. His hands were less sure on her dress, but it came away as well, off over her head, and was cast aside, leaving Tessa in her chemise and corset. She went motionless, shocked at being so undressed in front of anyone but Sophie, and Will took a wild look at her corset that was only part desire.“How—," he said. “Does it come off?"Tessa couldn't help herself; despite everything, she giggled. “It laces," she whispered. “In the back.”

“She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each one of them from the other.”

“Do you think…"He raised his eyebrows. "Do I think what?""That Valentine might have drowned?""Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body," said Simon. "That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes.”

“JACE WAYLAND," she said. "Explain yourself."Jace was glaring at the cat. "I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabing Judas."Church rolled onto his back, purring contentedly.”