Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices 2)

"Shh," said Magnus, his book still open on his knees. "Listen to this: I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep. "

"Swinburne," said Will, leaning against the mantel. "Sentimental and overrated. "

"You dont know what it is to be immortal. " Magnus tossed the book aside and sat up. "So what is it you want?"

Will pulled up his sleeve. Magnus swal owed a sound of surprise. Will s forearm bore a long, deep, and bloody gash. Blood braceleted his wrist and dripped from his fingers. Embedded in the gash, like a crystal sunk into the wal of a cave, was a single white tooth.

"What the-," Magnus began.

"Demon tooth," Will said, his breath a little short. "I chased that blue bastard all around Chiswick, but it got away from me-not before it bit me, though. It left this tooth in me. You can use it, right? To summon the demon?"

He took hold of the tooth and yanked it free. Even more blood well ed up and spil ed down his arm, splattering onto the ground.

"Camil es carpet," Magnus protested.

"Its blood," said Will. "She ought to be thril ed. "

"Are you all right?" Magnus looked at Will in fascination. "Youre bleeding a great deal. Havent you a stele on your person somewhere? A healing rune -"

"I dont care about healing runes. I care about this. " Will dropped the bloody tooth into Magnuss hand. "Find the demon for me. I know you can do it. "

Magnus glanced down with a moue of distaste. "I most likely can, but . . . "

The light in Will s face flickered. "But?"

"But not tonight," said Magnus. "It may take me a few days. Youl have to be patient. "

Will took a ragged breath. "I cant be patient. Not after tonight. You dont understand-" He staggered then, and caught himself by seizing the mantel.

Alarmed, Magnus rose from the sofa.

"Are you all right?"

The color was coming and going in Will s face. His col ar was dark with sweat. "I dont know-," he gasped. "The tooth. It might have been poisonous . . . "

His voice trailed off. He slid forward, his eyes rol ing up. With an epithet of surprise Magnus caught Will before he could hit the bloody carpet and, hoisting the boy in his arms, carried him careful y over to the sofa.

Tessa, seated in the chair beside Jessamines bed, massaged her aching ribs and sighed. The corset was still biting into her, and she had no idea when shed get a chance to remove it; her feet ached, and she hurt down deep in her soul. Seeing Nate had been like having a knife twisted in a fresh wound. He had danced with "Jessamine"-flirted with her-and had casual y discussed the fate of Tessa, his sister, as if it meant nothing to him at all.

She supposed it should not surprise her, that she should be beyond surprise where Nate was concerned. But it hurt just the same.

And Will -those few moments out on the balcony with Will had been the most confusing of her life. After the way Will had spoken to her on the roof, she had sworn never to entertain romantic thoughts of him again. He was no dark, brooding Heathcliff nursing a secret passion, she had told herself, merely a boy who thought himself too good for her. But the way he had looked at her on the terrace, the way he had smoothed her hair back from her face, even the faint tremble in his hands when hed touched her-surely those things could not be the product of falsehood.

But then, she had touched him back the same way. In that moment she had wanted nothing but Will. Had felt nothing but Will. Yet just the night before she had touched and kissed Jem; she had felt that she loved him; she had let him see her as no one had ever seen her before. And when she thought of him now, thought of his silence this morning, his absence from dinner, she missed him again, with a physical pain that could not be a lie.

Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half? Or was it just that the time with Will on the balcony had been a madness induced by warlock drugs? Would it have been the same with anyone? The thought haunted her like a ghost.

"Tessa. "

Tessa nearly leaped out of her seat. The voice was almost a whisper. It was Jessamine. Her eyes were half-open, the reflected firelight flickering in their brown depths.

Tessa sat up straight. "Jessamine. Are you . . . "

"What happened?" Jessamines head rol ed fretful y from side to side. "I dont remember. " She tried to sit up and gasped, finding her hands bound.

"Tessa! Why on earth-"

"Its for your own good, Jessamine. " Tessas voice shook. "Charlotte-she has questions she has to ask you. It would be so much better if you were Will ing to answer them-"

"The party. " Jessamines eyes flicked back and forth, as if she were watching something Tessa couldnt see. "Sophie, that little monkey, was going through my things. I found her with the invitation in her hands-"

"Yes, the party," said Tessa. "At Benedict Lightwoods. Where you were meeting Nate. "

"You read his note?" Jessamines head whipped to the side. "Dont you know how rude and improper it is to read another persons private correspondence?" She tried to sit up again, and fell back once more against the pil ows. "Anyway, he didnt sign it. You cant prove-"

"Jessamine, there is little advantage in falsehood now. I can prove it, for I went to the party, and I spoke with my brother there. "

Jessamines mouth opened in a pink O. For the first time she seemed to note what Tessa was wearing. "My dress," she breathed. "You disguised yourself as me?"

Tessa nodded.

Jessamines eyes darkened. "Unnatural," she breathed. "Disgusting creature! What did you do to Nate? What did you say to him?"

"He made it very clear you have been spying for Mortmain," said Tessa, wishing that Sophie and Charlotte would return. What on earth was taking them so long? "That you have betrayed us, reporting on all our activities, carrying out Mortmains commands-"

"Us?" Jessamine screamed, struggling upright as much as the ropes would all ow her. "You are not a Shadowhunter! You owe them no loyalty! They do not care about you, any more than they care about me. Only Nate cares for me-"

"My brother," Tessa said in a barely control ed voice, "is a lying murderer, incapable of feeling. He may have married you, Jessamine, but he does not love you. The Shadowhunters have helped and protected me, as they have done for you. And yet you turn on them like a dog the moment my brother snaps his fingers. He Will abandon you, if he does not kil you first. "

"Liar!" Jessamine screamed. "You dont understand him. You never did!

His soul is pure and fine-"

"Pure as ditch water," Tessa said. "I understand him better than you do; you are blinded by his charm. He cares nothing for you. "