"I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed."

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Jace,” she said. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.

— Cassandra Clare