Soon he would be strong enough to take on his true enemies. As he turned to leave the alley, he whispered their names under his breath. James Herondale. Cordelia Carstairs.
If this were The Beautiful Cordelia, a mad but handsome duke would come staggering across the heath, but nothing ever happened as it did in books.
Often Grace didn’t seem to grasp why people did things if the answer was because that’s how friends behave or because that’s what you do for someone you’re fond of.
“I’m not going to discuss Cordelia with you,” said Lucie, coughing a little.
Lucie had to admit that Grace was at least partially right—she’d had no idea Grace was interested in reading, or in anything really besides torturing men and raising Jesse from the dead.
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