No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.
He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.
Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.
Jace laughed, that soft rich sound Clary loved so much. "I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.