He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours. - Cassandra Clare

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The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.

Cassandra Clare

He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

Boss, Fallen Angels, Jace, Mock, Neophyte

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