city of heavenly fire - cassandra clare

“Wanted to talk to me,” Magnus said. “I assumed that was the meaning of all those phone calls.And why you sent all your stupid friends over to my apartment. Or do you just do that to everyone?”Alec swallowed against the dryness in his throat and said the first thing that came into his head.“Aren’t you ever going to forgive me?”“I—” Magnus broke off and looked away, shaking his head. “Alec. I have forgiven you.”“It doesn’t seem like it. You seem angry.”When Magnus looked back at him, it was with a gentler expression. “I’m worried about you,” hesaid. “The attacks on the Institutes. I just heard.”Alec felt dizzy. Magnus forgave him; Magnus was worried about him. “Did you know we wereleaving for Idris?”“Catarina told me she’d been summoned to make a Portal. I guessed,” Magnus said wryly. “I was alittle surprised you hadn’t called or texted to tell me you were going away.”“You never answer my calls or texts,” said Alec.“That hasn’t stopped you before.”“Everyone gives up eventually,” Alec said. “Besides. Jace broke my phone.”Magnus huffed out a breath of laughter. “Oh, Alexander.”“What?” Alec asked, honestly puzzled.“You’re just—You’re so—I really want to kiss you,” Magnus said abruptly, and then shook hishead. “See, this is why I haven’t been willing to see you.”“But you’re here now,” Alec said. He remembered the first time Magnus had ever kissed him,against the wall outside his apartment, and all his bones had turned to liquid and he’d thought, Oh,right, this is what it’s supposed to be like. I get it now. “You could—”“I can’t,” Magnus said. “It’s not working, it wasn’t working. You have to see that, don’t you?” Hishands were on Alec’s shoulders; Alec could feel Magnus’s thumb brush against his neck, over hiscollar, and his whole body jumped. “Don’t you?” Magnus said, and kissed him.Alec leaned into the kiss. It was utterly quiet. He heard the crunch of his boots on the snowyground as he moved forward, Magnus’s hand sliding around to steady the back of his neck, andMagnus tasted like he always did, sweet and bitter and familiar, and Alec parted his lips, to gasp orbreathe or breathe Magnus in, but it was too late because Magnus broke away from him with awrench and stepped backward and it was over.“What,” Alec said, feeling stunned and strangely diminished. “Magnus, what?”“I shouldn’t have done that,” Magnus said, all in a rush. He was clearly agitated, in a way Alechad rarely seen him, a flush along his high cheekbones. “I forgive you, but I can’t be with you. I can’t.It doesn’t work. I’m going to live forever, or at least until someone finally kills me, and you’re not,and it’s too much for you to take on—”“Don’t tell me what’s too much for me,” said Alec with deadly flatness.Magnus so rarely looked surprised that the expression seemed almost foreign on his face. “It’s toomuch for most people,” he said. “Most mortals. And not easy on us, either. Watching someone youlove age and die. I knew a girl, once, immortal like me—”“And she was with someone mortal?” said Alec. “What happened?”“He died,” Magnus said. There was a finality to the way he said it that spoke of a deeper grief thanwords could paint. His cat’s eyes shone in the dark. “I don’t know why I thought this would everwork,” he said. “I’m sorry, Alec. I shouldn’t have come.”“No,” Alec said. “You shouldn’t.”Magnus was looking at Alec a little warily, as if he had approached someone familiar on the street