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Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff
I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-"
"He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.
“I was hoping they'd put up flyers like hey do for lost cats," he said, "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.”
“Do you remember what I told you that first time at Taki's? About faerie food?" "I remember you said you ran down Madison Avenue naked with antlers on your head," said Clary.
“Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it." "Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now.”
I never cared, he said. I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.
He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It's not my business. But if you're asking me if I've brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don't want anybody but you.
Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.
Just remember, when your mother's gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.