Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
“You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.”
“You promise.” “I swear on the angel. The hell with that. I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.” Jace Wayland
I don’t blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.