Also by Cassandra Clare

His siblings looked at him in silent, wide-eyed astonishment.
“Mark wanted to see you,” Julian said. He reached around to ruffle the hair on the back of his neck,
looking bemused, as if he had no idea what to do next.
“Thank you,” Mark said. “For the gifts of welcome you gave me.”
The Blackthorns continued to stare. Nobody moved except Tavvy, who slowly laid his sea glass
down on the table.
“The box,” Mark clarified. “In my room.”
Emma felt the coffee cup she was holding plucked out of her hand. She made an indignant noise, but
Cristina was already holding it, crossing the room, past the table, and walking up to Mark, her back
straight. She held out the mug.
“Do you want some?” she said.
Looking relieved, he took it. He lifted it to his mouth and swallowed, his whole family watching
him in amazed fascination as if he were doing something no one had ever done before.
He grimaced. Moving away from Cristina, he coughed and spit. “What is that?”
“Coffee.” Cristina looked startled.
“It tastes of the most bitter poison,” Mark said indignantly.
Livvy suddenly giggled. The sound cut through the stillness of the rest of the room, the frozen
tableau of the others.
“You used to love coffee,” she said. “I remember that about you!”
“I can’t imagine why I would have. I’ve never tasted something so disgusting.” Mark made a face.
Ty’s eyes flicked between Julian and Livvy; he looked eager and excited, his long fingers tapping at
the table in front of him. “He isn’t used to coffee anymore,” he said to Cristina. “They don’t have it in
Faerie.”
“Here.” Livvy stood up, scooping an apple from the table. “Have this instead.” She went forward
and held out the apple to her brother. Emma thought she looked like a latter-day Snow White, with her
long dark hair and the apple in her pale hand. “You don’t mind apples, do you?”
“My thanks, gracious sister.” Mark bowed and took the apple, while Livvy looked at him with her
mouth partly open.
“You never call me ‘gracious sister,’” she said, turning to Julian with an accusing look.
He grinned. “I know you too well, runt.”
Mark reached up and drew the chain from around his throat. Dangling from the end of it was what
looked like the head of an arrow. It was clear, as if made of glass, and Emma recalled having seen
something like it in pictures Diana had showed them.
Mark began to use the edge of it to peel his apple, matter-of-factly. Tavvy, who had crawled under
the table again and was looking out, made an interested noise. Mark glanced at him and winked.
Tavvy ducked back under the table, but Emma could see that he was smiling.
She couldn’t stop looking at Jules. She thought of the way he’d cleaned out Mark’s room, hurling
his brother’s things savagely into a pile as if he could shatter the memories of him. It had lasted only a
day, but there had been shadows in his eyes since. She wondered, if Mark stayed, would the shadows
disappear?
“Did you like the presents?” Dru demanded, swiveling around on the table, her round face anxious.
“I put bread and butter in for you in case you were hungry.”
“I did not know what all of them were,” Mark said candidly. “The clothes were very useful. The
black metal object—”
“That was my microscope,” Ty said, looking at Julian for approval. “I thought you might like it.”