Chain of Iron (The Last Hours, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“We have talked so much of travel,” James said. “I wanted to give you the world.”

“You are as beautiful as all the stars,” he told her, “but better, because you have coffee.”

“No one need be alone to settle themselves,” said James quietly. “All I want for you, Math, is that you love yourself as much as I love you.”

“Sometimes,” she said, “it is not enough for others to love you. I do not think Matthew loves himself very well.”

He wanted to tangle his hands in her thick, smooth hair, and tell her that the curve of her collarbone made him want to write sonnets.