I see Indigo pull out one of Jace's shoes And I shake my head at him, chuckling. I slowly move Jace's arms off me and slip off the couch, standing and walking downstairs.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken