“Oh. Right.” Kit glanced down at his split knuckles. “I hurt my hand at the Shadow Market.”
“How?” Ty asked, leaning against the edge of the counter.
“I punched a board,” Kit said. “I was angry.”
Ty’s eyebrows went up. He had interesting eyebrows, slightly pointed at the tops, like inverted V’s, and very black. “Did it make you feel better?”
“No,” Kit admitted. He felt ever so slightly judged.
Ty tilted his head to the side. “I can fix it,” he said, taking one of the Shadowhunters’ magic pencils out of his jeans pocket. Steles, they were called. He held out his hand.
Kit supposed he could have refused to accept the offer, the way he had when Julian had suggesting healing him in the car. But he didn’t. He held his forearm out trustingly, wrist turned upward so the blue veins were exposed to the boy who’d held a knife to his throat not that long ago.
Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows Snippet
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