c'est l'heure des retrouvailles, hiiiiiii !!!! c'est viscéral, à peine les premières pages lues et déjà je sens, je ressens, ce qui fait que ... ohlala !
je remonte à la surface quand je peux, et quand je veux, pour l'heure j'ai besoin de MA DOSE !!!
"What do you think?" Jace shook his head. "Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop."
Clary's lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. "Do you think it's easy for me?" she demanded. "Do you think—"
"Damn it." She turned on Jace. "What is it about you?" she said, with more savagery than she'd intended. "Why do you have to ruin everything?"
"It's been so long," he said simply, "that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong."
"Stop it," she said. "Stop being like that."
His smile widened. "Like what?"
"If you're angry, just say it. Don't act like nothing ever touches you. It's like you never feel anything at all."
"I really was sick," she said. "I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know."
He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. "I know," he said. "Every time you almost die, I almost die myself."
mode, sérieusement mordue et cruellement en manque.
to be continued...