“I love you. And I don't want to lose you.”

“Wo ai ni, Tessa." he whispered. "Wo bu xiang shi qu ni."I love you.And I don't want to lose you.”

“But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.”

“And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-whatever you want to call yourself. I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways is just a waste of time.”

“Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back.”

“I don't even want to want anyone but you.”

“Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.”