![]() ![]() Chilly wind rattled the few dead leaves that still clung to the branches of the trees. Jace took his hands off his knees-the lotus position was giving him wrist cramps-and leaned back on his arms. “Well, what kind of thing does make you feel calm and peaceful?” ![]() “I was, until we wandered into the territory of bad personal ads.” ![]() Jordan snapped his fingers under Jace’s nose. ![]() He smiled to himself-neither of them really had a reason to be here, but they had come anyway, “for moral support.” Though, Jace suspected it had more to do with the fact that Alec hated to be at loose ends these days, Isabelle hated for her brother to be on his own, and both of them were avoiding their parents and the Institute. Jace could see him lecturing Izzy, probably about not breaking Jace’s concentration. Alec, noting her gesture, smacked her shoulder. As Jace looked up, Isabelle caught his eye and gave him an encouraging wave. It was broken up into larger and smaller boulders, and atop one of the larger boulders perched Alec and Isabelle Lightwood. They were seated opposite each other on a patch of browning grass in a clearing in Central Park, both cross-legged, their hands on their knees, palms up.Īn outcropping of rock rose from the ground near them. Though it was a cold December day, werewolves didn’t feel weather as acutely as humans, and Jordan had his jacket off and his shirtsleeves rolled up. The boy sitting across from him sighed and ran his hands through his shaggy dark hair. The beach in Los Angeles-white sand, crashing blue water, you’re strolling along the tide line . . .” ![]()
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