Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.-Jace to Clary, pg.284
Cassandra Clare
Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.-Jace to Clary, pg.284