“I love you,Jace Wayland - Herondale - Lightwood - whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I w i l l a l w a y s l o v e y o u, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”
A flood of memories flitted through my mind. We’d been together since childhood. Inseparable. Bound. And yet…Dimitri and I had been connected too. Damn it. I’d never wanted to have to choose between them.
"I have to do this," I said yet again. "I’m sorry."
"You’re supposed to be my guardian and go with me to college," she argued. "You’re shadow-kissed. We’re supposed to be together. If you leave me …”