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The Apprentice Valkyrie was tired. Her parents were out, a "do" they called it, and Skulduggery had promised her a place to crash. The Bentley cut through the streets with ease, turned a corner, slowed and stopped. Valkyrie tilted her head up wearily to see, to her mild surprise, Bespoke's Tailors. "You put up quite a fight tonight," said Skulduggery, inclining his head to look at her. "That vampire was asking for it," she replied, sulkily. "He took your shoes." "They're nice shoes." "Ah," he said, repressing a chuckle. "I see." They stepped out the car and into the midnight air. Ghastly walked out to greet them, looking slightly sil

 She had left her sketchpad behind. Jace had returned to his room intending to mark his body and arm himself, at the same time mentally planning how he could protect Clary is anything went wrong with the cup, yet he sight of her book  lying open on his bed instantly distracted him. Instinctively he reached out to pick it up, and then hesitated. She had been annoyed he had looked at without her permission – it was like a diary, she had said. Yesterday Jace would have decided to respect her wishes, leave the sketchpad alone and not look at it again, despite the temptation. But now, thinking of Simon being in her room just as

“You ready to go?” Jace asked. Clary looked over at him. They were sitting at the bar in Magnus’s house at a party for something. She couldn’t remember exactly what the occasion was. She nodded and got down from her chair. “What about Izzy and Alec?” she said as she scanned the room. She saw Izzy talking to a faerie knight and Alec and Magnus were on the other side of the room. “They can take care of themselves,” Jace said following her gaze. He turned back to her. “Let’s ditch this joint.” He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the door. He grabbed her lig

If they had gone to Jace’s room … Taking her hand Jace led Clary down the greenhouse stairs. Her skin seemed to tingle with electricity where it touched his. The Institute was dark and quiet around them. Her skin glowed in the faint light cast by the witchlight rune-stone in her hand. He smiled to himself, glad that he had been able to give her a birthday present when no-one else had. She caught him casting her a sideways glance as they walked and smiled that bewitching smile of hers. “You know, I haven’t seen your room yet,” she pointed out. Jace’s heart suddenly pounded faster. “Do you want me to s