“I don’t know him, not really. I see him, and he reminds me a little of his mother somehow. I don’t know why-he doesn’t look like her, except that she was also beautiful, and she had that terrible vulnerability that he has-”
“Vulnerability?” Clary was astonished. She had never thought anyone but herself thought of Jace as vulnerable.
“Oh, yes,” said Jocelyn. “I wanted to hate her for taking Stephen away from Amatis, but you just couldn’t help wanting to protect Celine. Jace has a little of that.” She sounded lost in thought. “Or maybe it’s just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.”
“There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.”
“I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”