Jace draws her hair out of her face and sets his forehead back against hers, closing his eyes and sighing. "I don't know if I could have gone." He whispers. "I don't know if I had it in me..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)