“You side with it?” “It has a point,” said Jace mildly. “I’m not entirely sure I could stop him if he wanted to do you damage. Werewolves heal so fast.” Valentine’s lip curled. “So,” he spat, “like your mother, you prefer this creature, this half-bred demon thing to your own blood, your own family?” For the first time the sword in Jace’s hand seemed to tremble. “You left me when I was a child,” he said in a measured voice. “You let me think you were dead and you sent me away to live with strangers. You never told me I had a mother, a sister. You left me alone.”
