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He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.

I'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.

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A Massive Fir, It Rose To Nearly Touch The Ceiling At The Far End Of The Ballroom. When Will Asked Charlotte How On Earth It Had Gotten In There, She Had Only Waved Her Hands And Said Something About Magnus.

He Held Her Close Enough To Kiss, Close Enough To Whisper The Most Important Secrets In The World, And He Spoke To Her As He Would Have Wanted Some Good Angel To Speak To His Family, To His Own Shivering Young Soul, Long Ago And In A Land Far Away.