Ugly Duckling ¤ Will Herondale
"Last I saw you, you were an ugly duckling. Actually, not even a duck should be insulted like that." A horribly infiltrating smirk played on his full lips as he eyed me amusedly, making me want to kick his shins.
"Last I saw you, you were an ugly duckling. Actually, not even a duck should be insulted like that." A horribly infiltrating smirk played on his full lips as he eyed me amusedly, making me want to kick his shins.
"You can't fit in when you're born to stand out, Wayland." I winked at him and I felt Clary's gaze burning holes through me which only encouraged me more
Alec Lightwood: acting head of the New York Institute. Samara Fray: a pain in his ass.
"You are a Lightwood, and you always will be. I never gave up hope that you would come back, that we would see you again. You would not imagine the lengths I went through to try and find you, how many times we tried to track you." He smiled at me as he held my hand tightly in his. "That's just it." I shook my head as...