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Magnus couldn't help himself; he kissed Alec on the cheek. "You still surprised me everyday, Alexander" he said. "You and your damn poker face".

"Aku cinta kamu", Magnus read out, gazing at the interior of the ring, and he smiled at Alec, a brillant, world-spanning smile. "My love for yours, my heart for yours, my soul for yours, Alexander. Now and for all time."

"When I found you, I didn't know what I was finding," Alec said. "Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don't come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone." He licked his dry lips. "And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don't want them to say, 'Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War' or even 'Alec Lightwood was Consul once'. I want them to think, 'Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him."

"Je veux que tu me touches" dit-elle." Il n'y a rien que tu puisse me faire que je ne veuille pas, parce que c'est toi."

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Kieran eut l'air pensif: "Allez-vous m'apporter un de ces calendriers de chats que j'adore, j'aimerais décorer la maisonnette."

"En fait, il y a d'autres sortes de calendriers, avec des loutres, des lapins ou des chiots" lui répondit Mark, souriant.

L'air béat, Kieran leva les yeux vers les étoiles. "C'est vraiment un monde de merveilles."

Christina les regarda tous les deux, le coeur tellement plein d'amour qu'il lui faisait mal. "Ce l'est vraiment."

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“Oh, very well,” said the Queen, and in her eyes Emma saw an odd light of eagerness. Perhaps she was more desperate for the book than Emma had thought? “As a sign of my good faith, I will give you part of what I promised. I will tell you, Julian, how certain bonds might be broken. But I will not tell her.” She gestured at Emma. “That was not part of the bargain.”

“I’m dead, aren’t I?” Livvy’s voice was steady.

“We have a lot of allies,” Julian said, sounding surprised.

Emma stuck her tongue out at him. “We have a lot of friends, Julian,” she said. “We have a lot of friends.”

“What’s that?” Tavvy asked, his eyes big.

“This,” said Aline, “is a frittata. And you’re all going to eat it.” She slammed it down onto a metal trivet in the center of the table.

“Don’t like frittata,” said Tavvy.

“Too bad,” said Aline, crossing her arms and glaring at each of them in turn. “You made Helen cry yesterday, so you’re going to eat this frittata — which, by the way, is goddamn delicious — and you’re going to like it. It’s what’s for breakfast and since I’m not Helen, I don’t care if you starve or eat Cheetos for every single meal. Helen and I both have a lot of work to do, the Clave isn’t giving us an inch, all she wants is to be with you guys, and you are not going to make my wife cry again. Understood?”

The younger Blackthorns nodded, wide-eyed.

Faerie magic was quiet, Kit thought. There was no noise, no tumult, no flashing warlock lights. In between one breath and another, Mark, Kieran and Cristina simply disappeared.

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