Thomas hadn’t decided yet whether to acknowledge Alastair, but he wasn’t given much choice. Alastair was staring directly at him. As Thomas watched, Alastair’s face went through a series of expressions: mild recognition, confusion, shock, exasperation, long-suffering forbearance. Thomas gave him a little wave. Alastair pushed his way through the people between them. “By the Angel, Lightwood,” he said. “You’ve become gigantic.”
