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This was James, her James,
Dancing with James was its own reward,
Goodness, his eyes were startling up close. They were the color of golden syrup, almost shocking against the black of his pupils.
How, how, how could Cordelia ever have thought someone like James Herondale would be interested in someone like her?
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“Even when you are eighty, you will be my beautiful Will.”
“My Tess,” he said. “My lovely wife.”
“There are others who deserve happiness who have not gotten it.” “I know.” A sob caught in her throat; they were both talking about the same person, and she did not know if the tears she held back were for him or for Will and herself. “I know.”
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“I love you,” she gasped as the dressing gown fell away. “I love you, Will.” He did not answer, but his lips on hers said more than any words.
He found her eyes open, luminous and deep, gazing at him. Her breathing was very steady. “ ‘ I sought not fire, yet is my heart all flame. Layla, this love is not of earth.’ ”
Cordelia reached up and pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He shuddered again, but not because of cold,
In the night, for a long time to come, James thought of jasmine and woodsmoke, the press of her arm, fathomless dark eyes gazing into his.
“ ‘ The secret path he eager chose, where Layla’s distant mansion rose; he kissed the door. A thousand wings increased his pace, whence, his fond devotions paid, a thousand thorns his course delayed. No rest he found by day or night—Layla, forever, in his sight.’ ”
