And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the lightwoods, to isabelle and alec, but it took years to do it – but, clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.