Author's note: I'm back! I just finished CP and it is AWESOME! Just so you know, if you read my last story, this is absolutely nothing like it. This will be a drabbles fic. And I'm not going to promise any regular updates this time. So, credit for the prompt goes to BrightlyPsychotic and ashli101. I'm spinning it a bit, though, so it's still definitely an original fic. Please review!

Disclaimer: Infernal Devices is Cassie Clare's, no copyright infringement intended.

Adamant

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"It won't hurt anyone."

"No."

"Come on, James, just once!"

"No."

"…For me?"

"…No."

"Jem, it's only—"

"William, I will not help you sneak into the opera dressing rooms under the cover of glamour. And that is final."

"…But think of how vastly entertaining it could be. Much more entertaining than demons, anyway."

"No."

"Are you going to make me do it alone?"

"…If you do I'll tell Agatha that Charlotte said you developed a sudden and violent allergy to chocolate."

"Hunting demons it is."

Absurd

Tessa froze.

She stared at Will from across the room. He stared right back at her.

She wanted desperately to look away. It had only been two days since…since their…conversation on the roof. She didn't want him to see how badly his words had hurt her. If she didn't look away, he would see it quite plainly. She tried to avert her eyes from his piercing blue gaze.

But she could not.

She did not know why.

Maybe it was because that this was first time their gazes had locked since that episode on the roof, and she thought—no, that was not possible. But still…

Tessa could have sworn she saw remorse knife through Will's eyes. Not the typical remorse one might feel if one had stolen an extra roll at dinner, or if one had told a simple white lie to avoid punishment. What she had seen—what she thought she had seen was deeper than that kind of remorse. It seemed to hurt him as much as his cold words had hurt her.

She shook herself and finally tore her gaze away. It was only my imagination, she thought firmly. It had been such a brief glimpse of emotion in his otherwise distant eyes. And why should she believe he regretted what he had said? He had done nothing to lead her to believe he possessed any feeling other than contempt for her. Besides, William Herondale, remorseful?

The thought was positively absurd.

So what do you think? Do I completely suck at writing drabbles? I kinda guessed. Oh well, please review anyway!