The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“I asked you because when I am not with you, Lin Caster, I feel as if some part of me has been torn away.

When you are with me…It is the only time I feel whole.”

“I need something to drink. Wretchedly badly.” “That won’t help,” Kel said. Conor bared his teeth in a smile. “It won’t hurt.”

For it has tortured me, Lin. I have neglected every duty, every requirement, just to steal another moment with you.

I feared that if anyone ever saw me with you, they would see it on my face, that I was an addict, that I would barter my birthright just to touch you—”

“Are you in love with him?” he asked. “Because he is certainly in love with you.”