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"I don't hate you, Jace."
"I don't hate you, either. [...] I wish I could hate you," he said. [...] "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It could be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I—"
[...]
"And what?"
"What do you think? Jace shook his head. "Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?"

""It's just a kiss," he said, and though his tone was harsh, his hands were inexplicably gentle. She let him turn her, looked up at him. His eyes were very dark, perhaps because it was so dim down here in the Courte, perhaps because of something else. [...] "You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like."
"I've never been to England," she said, but she shut her eyelids. [...] And then he kissed her."

"at the hotel dumort," he said. "you put your knife in my ribs."
she shrank against the wall. "i, ah... i'm sorry?"
"don't be," he said. "it was an excelent throw."

"i forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, jace. girls killing things."
"i like anyone killing things," he said equably.

"what are you doing here, anyway?"
"here as in your bedroom or here as in the great spiritual question of our purpose on this planet?"

sir this is my emotional support trashy YA paranormal romance novel

JACE YOU STUPID HANDSOmE BASTARD

todo el mundo odió este libro y mientras yo estoy acá.. disfrutándolo, al menos en lo que llevo *sweats in dumbass*