She felt a hand gently push away the hair hanging in front of her face. She felt the unease and butterflies in her stomach as she always had when she was near him.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine," she assured him.
He wasn't too skeptical-she could tell how when he gave her the look and draped his leather jacket over her.
How she just wished he would just go back to his old self. Him and his witty sarcastic jokes, smiling and joking with Alec.
Now he was just depressed. The circles under his eyes became darker and baggier every day.
It's all Jonathan—I mean Sebastion's fault. I wish he were dead. If he were, I'd have Jace back, and even if things weren't perfect, we'd be happy. He's trying to protect me. I'm no longer the damsel in distress, I can help, and I will.
Shadowhunters risk their lives everyday. Why should Jace have to risk his by being raised by Valentine?
It's not fair that Jocelyn sheilded me from the Nephlim ways. I was protected. I was safe. Not it's my turn to protect him.