“Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van.Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?""She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.”

“He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it." "No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him. Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary-" "She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha." "Ha-ha?" Jace looked incredulous. "THAT'S your comeback?”

“But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested.”

“Clary shut her eyes. You didn't say no to an angel, no matter what it had in mind. Her heart pounding, she sat floating in the darkness behind her eyelids, resolutely trying not to think of Jace. But his face appear against the blank screen of her closed eyelids anyway - not smiling at her but looking sidelong, and she could see the scar at his temple, the uneven curl at the corner of his mouth, and the silver line on his throat where Simon had bitten him - all the marks and flaws and imperfections that made up the person she loved most in the world. Jace. A bright light lit her vision to scarlet, and she fell back against the sand, wondering if she was going to pass out - or maybe she was dying - but she didn't want to die, not now that she could see Jace's face so clearly in front of her. She could almost hear his voice, too, saying her name, the way he'd whispered it at Renwick's, over and over again. Clary. Clary. Clary."Clary," Jace said. "Open your eyes.”

“Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-““She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.”“Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?”

“You're a Shadowhunter," he said. "You know how to deal with injuries." He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it.""No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him.Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary—""She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha.""Ha-ha?" Jace looked incredulous. "That's your comeback?"Alec, folding his phone, approached the table with a puzzled look. "What's going on?""We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste," Magnus observed. "It's all very dull.”