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November 30, 2024 - January 24, 2025
His fingers brushed the other boy’s as he took the weapon from him. It was the first time, Charlotte thought, that she had ever seen him touch any other person willingly.
“William,” only ever “Will” or his Welsh name, Gwilym.
Mam used to cry for the first year or two after Will went; she had said, holding Cecily to her, that the Shadowhunters would “take all the love out of him.” A cold people, she had told Cecily,
Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was the pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?”
“Ah,” said Henry. “Too big to be stepped on, then.”
“And maybe it would have bitten you in half,” said Will. “What you are describing, the transformation into a demon, is the last stage of the pox.”
“There was a time when my inappropriate humor brought you a certain amusement,” sighed Will. “How the worm has turned.”
“By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will as the worm vanished behind a large structure shaped like a Greek temple. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?”
She had missed his jokes, the books he had lent her, the flashes of laughter in his gaze.
“Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring, Cecily.
“My conscience,” Will whispered. “You are my conscience. You have ever been, James Carstairs. I will do this for you, but I will extract one promise first.”
There had been an air of trapped, resigned sadness about Tessa that had made Cecily feel prickly and anxious.
“Nicely done, brother,” said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him.
Her every smile divided his heart as lightning might split a blackened tree, as did her every look of sorrow.
She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins.
You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning.
“Love him, do you?” Woolsey managed to make it sound unpleasant. “But you love Will, too.”