Chain of Iron (The Last Hours, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“Daisy,” he whispered. “Daisy, my Daisy.”

She looked down. His silver bracelet, the one he always wore, lay in two broken halves on the hearth.

Fucking FINALLYYYY

Will gave Thomas a hard look and, after a moment, said intently, “Is Gideon aware that he still owes me twenty pounds?” “Yes,” said Thomas, without being able to stop himself, “but he is pretending not to remember.” “I knew it!” cried Will. He turned to the Inquisitor with a triumphant look. “I believe we’re done here.”

“Daisy,” she heard James say; she felt his stele brush over her arm, the faint sting and then the numbness of healing runes being applied. “Daisy, my love, I’m so sorry—”

A murmur ran around the room as Will smiled at Jem. It was a smile James knew well: the very specific smile Will had only for his parabatai. If it was odd to see someone smile at a Silent Brother like that, the oddness had long since faded for James; this was his father and his uncle Jem, as he had always known them.

Would you join us? I have missed you, Cordelia. There is much for us all to say to each other.

Jem is so loving even as a silent brother :(

“That’s just guesswork.” A vein pulsed in Alastair’s throat. “Tom, you patrolled alone at night because you like things that are dangerous and unhealthy for you. I won’t be one of those things.”

Under her hand, Jesse’s chest quivered and rose with a breath.

He loved Cordelia; no, he was in love with her. He had been pushing the thought back all day, knowing he could not let himself fully realize it until the danger was over—until he was alone with Daisy, until he could tell her—

She looked at him squarely. “Can you say you feel about me as you have felt about her? About Grace?” He felt a twisting inside himself. Anger. Revulsion. He thought of the bracelet, the two broken pieces of it in his pocket. “No,” he said, almost savagely. “I do not feel about you at all as I feel about Grace. How I ever felt about Grace.” Only when she looked as if he had slapped her did he realize what he had said.

I am going to SCREAM.

And I thought—I thought I had misjudged him. So I told myself to stop.” Cordelia licked her dry lips. “Stop what?” “Hoping, I suppose,” he said. “That you would see that I loved you.”

AAHHHHH

“That’s my wife.”

Daisy, my Daisy.