”And you won’t leave me?”
”No,” Alec said. ”No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.”
”Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely.
”Lightwoods, all together,” she whispered. Jace’s hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down —crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn.