Also by Cassandra Clare

Julian’s life. I hate to ask you to lie, but—”
“But for the ones you love, you’d do anything,” he said, and she had no answer to that. He was
definitely smiling now, his mouth curved in amusement. She couldn’t quite tell if it was human
amusement or the amusement of Faerie, which thrived on chaos. “I can see why you chose me. I am
here, and close, and it would have been easy for us to begin a relationship. We are neither of us
attached to someone else. And you are, as I said, a beautiful girl, and hopefully you don’t find me
hideous.”
“No,” Emma said. Relief and a thousand other emotions sang through her veins. “Not hideous.”
“So I suppose I only have one more question,” Mark said. “But first—” He turned around, and very
deliberately closed her door.
When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes
were full of a feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law.
He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was
nevertheless bitter at the roots.
The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?
He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering.
“Why lie?” he said.