She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.
The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.” - Will Herondale
The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents that I am not sure which one you require.
To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.