“You should talk about selfish,” she hissed, so viciously that he
took a step back. “You couldn’t care less about anyone in this world
but yourself, Alec Lightwood. No wonder you’ve never killed a single
demon, because you’re too afraid.”
Alec looked stunned. “Who told you that?”
“Jace.”
He looked as if she’d slapped him. “He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t say that.”
“He did.” She could see how she was hurting him, and it made her glad. Someone else ought to be in pain for a change. “You can rant all you want about honor and honesty and how mundanes don’t have any of either, but if you were honest, you’d admit this tantrum is just because you’re in love with him. It doesn’t have anything to do with—” Alec moved, blindingly fast. A sharp crack resounded through her head. He had shoved her against the wall so hard that the back of her skull had struck the wood paneling. His face was inches from hers, eyes huge and black.
“Don’t you ever,” he whispered, mouth a blanched line, “ever, say anything like that to him, or I’ll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I’ll kill you.”
Alec looked stunned. “Who told you that?”
“Jace.”
He looked as if she’d slapped him. “He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t say that.”
“He did.” She could see how she was hurting him, and it made her glad. Someone else ought to be in pain for a change. “You can rant all you want about honor and honesty and how mundanes don’t have any of either, but if you were honest, you’d admit this tantrum is just because you’re in love with him. It doesn’t have anything to do with—” Alec moved, blindingly fast. A sharp crack resounded through her head. He had shoved her against the wall so hard that the back of her skull had struck the wood paneling. His face was inches from hers, eyes huge and black.
“Don’t you ever,” he whispered, mouth a blanched line, “ever, say anything like that to him, or I’ll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I’ll kill you.”
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