Also by Cassandra Clare

Cristina shook her head.
“We’d better go in, then,” Julian said. His voice was normal, his expression smoothing itself into
normalcy. “Mark’ll catch up.”
Emma couldn’t help but look at him in surprise. She’d always known Julian was a decent actor—
Shadowhunters had to lie and play parts all the time—but it was as if she’d imagined the expression
she’d seen on his face a second ago. As if she’d imagined the last ten minutes.
As if none of it had happened at all.