The Whitechapel Fiend

“I cannot recall a situation you did not think was special and required his presence,” said Gabriel dryly. “You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe.”

“Good night, Wiggles.”

“Wiggles?”

“Yes, Wiggles. Your nickname? It’s what you always made us call you. I almost forgot your name was Simon, I’m so used to calling you Wiggles.”

“Wiggles? What does that . . . even mean?”

I’m thinking of you while I’m in my moldy bed.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Jace said. “I meant I wish you remembered me because—” He sighed. “Forget it.”

“Look, Herondale, y

“So sorry to mess up your life with my inconvenient amnesia,

People will say we’re in love,” Simon said.

wall, looking like an advertisement for a fashion magazine. “Alone.

Seriously,” Simon said. “How long have you been lurking here?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” Jace had his hands stuffed in his pockets and was leaning against the

Sometimes, after Cecily and Gabriel left, Tessa would sit with her hand in Jem’s and Will sleeping against her shoulder, listening to the rain on the windows

Will asleep, wrapped up in Brother Zachariah’s parchment robes, head on the table.