The only thing running through my mind as I kissed Jace, surrounded by the horrified and curious faces of the people I loved and those I didn't, were the words to the bridge of an old Flyleaf song. "And we kiss each other one more time / And sing this lie that's halfway mine." This denial, the denial of our real relationship, was more than halfway mine, I was sure. It was all mine. Part of me wanted to believe that the way Jace was kissing me now, front and center in a huge group of too-curious faeries, was proof that the lie was shared. But that wasn't possible. Then he pulled away, and the haunting scream from the end of the song rang through my head: "Joy will come!" But some things are easier said than done. Life has always been that way.
