Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices Book 3)

by Cassandra Clare

He picked it up carefully. It was a jade pendant, circular, with characters stamped upon the back. He knew well enough what they meant. When two people are as one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze. Jem’s bridal gift to Tessa. Will’s hand tightened about it as he stood. He remembered facing her in the stairwell—the chain of the jade pendant at her throat winking at him like a cruel reminder of Jem as she’d said, They say you cannot divide your heart, and yet— “Tessa!” he cried out suddenly, his voice echoing off the rocks. “Tessa!” He stood for a moment, shuddering, at the side of the road. He did not know what he had expected—an answer? It was hardly as if she could be here, hiding among the sparse rocks. There was only silence and the sound of the wind and rain. Still, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was Tessa’s necklace. Perhaps she had torn it from her throat and dropped it out the carriage window to mark the path for him, like Hansel and Gretel’s trail of bread crumbs. It was what a storybook heroine would do, and therefore what his Tessa would do. Maybe there would be other markers too, if he kept on his way. For the first time hope flowed back into his veins.

DUDE JUST USE A FUCKING TRACKING RUNE ESTÙPIDAMENTE.