Alec drew his hand back with a low whistle. "the inquisitor meant business." "of course she did. I'm a dangerous criminal. Or hadn't you heard?" jace heard the acid in his own tone, saw alec flinch, and was meanly, momentarily, glad. "she didn't call you a criminal, exactly..." "no, i'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nun
And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?" clary gnawed her lower lip. "so i hear." "and you kill them, too?" simon asked, directing the question to jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects. "only when they've been naughty.