Ask him to love her again. Now that he realized he was not worth that to her—that he never had been—a red mist passed before his eyes; he seemed to go mad momentarily, for it was the only explanation for what he did next. “It doesn’t matter.” He rose to his feet. “I have Will now.” Her mouth opened. “You can’t be serious. A Shadowhunter?” “You may be immortal, Camille, but your feelings are vapid and shallow. Will’s are not. He understands what it is to love.”
THE WAY IM LISTENING TO THIS WALKING AROUND WHOLE FOODS TRYING NOT TO HAVE MY JAW HIT THE FUCKING FLOOR AND LAUGHING IS CRAZY I S2G MAGNUS
