“You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.”

“You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.”

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oh god    perpetuallyfangirling    its the quote    the fucking quote    and tags are hard to make    when flailing wildly is your automatic response    i guess that    agweihlkdsjaksdae    might do it    but keyboard smashing    doesn't really capture the same essence    or emotions    as flailing    TMI    Jace/Clary