Alec drew his hand back with a low whistle. “The Inquisitor meant business.” “Of course she did. I’m a dangerous criminal. Or hadn’t you heard?” Jace heard the acid in his own tone, saw Alec flinch, and was meanly, momentarily, glad. “She didn’t call you a criminal, exactly…” “No, I’m just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nun
