“Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?""Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. "I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited.""I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We'd better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.”

“I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.”

“Simon-But werewolfs don't like our kind!Jordan-I do. It's his kind I don't like. They think they're better than everyone else.Jace-No, I think I'm better than everybody else. City of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, and Jordan.”

“I was looking for Simon."Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning."She shrugged. "He's a vampire.""But I'm not.”

“Simon looked at Jordan who was looking at Maia again. She had her back to them and was talking to Luke and Jocelyn, laughing, flinging her curly hair back. "Don't even think about it," Simon said, and got up. He pointed at Jordan. "You stay here.""And do what?""Whatever Praetor Lupas do in this situation. Meditate. Contemplate your Jedi powers. Whatever.”

“I looked up at the waxing moon and felt the stir of the cat in my chest. I wasn’t the Violet Jordan who ran anymore. I was the Violet Jordan who threw drinks in men’s faces and threw senseis across the room. I was the Violet Jordan who dated male models.”