Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices Book 3)

by Cassandra Clare

By the Angel, is that a cradle?” Henry beamed. “It is better than a cradle!” he announced, flinging his arm out to indicate the sturdy-looking wooden baby’s bed, hung between two poles that it might rock from side to side. Charlotte had to admit to herself it was quite a nice-looking piece of furniture. “It is a self-rocking cradle!” “A what?” Charlotte asked faintly. “Watch.” Proudly Henry stepped forward and pressed some sort of invisible button. The cradle began to rock gently from side to side. Charlotte expelled a breath. “That’s lovely, darling.” “Don’t you like it?” Henry beamed. “There, it’s rocking a bit faster now.” It was, with a slight jerkiness to the motion that gave Charlotte the feeling that she had been cast adrift on a choppy sea. “Hm,” she said. “Henry, I do have something I wish to speak to you about. Something important.” “More important than our child being rocked gently to sleep each night?” “The Clave has decided to release Jessamine,” Charlotte said. “She is returning to the Institute. In two days.” Henry turned to her with an incredulous look. Behind him the cradle was rocking even faster, like a carriage hurtling ahead at full tilt. “She is coming back here?” “Henry, she has nowhere else to go.” Henry opened his mouth to reply, but before a word could emerge, there was a terrible ripping sound, and the cradle tore free of its mooring and flew across the room to crash against the farthest wall, where it exploded into splinters. Charlotte gave a li...

He should make it cuz Charles deserves to be chucked out the window