“Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested.
“You — made something for me?” Tessa asked.
“I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.
Awwww. JEM! That’s so sweet!
Goshdarnit. Now I feel conflicted because I NEED Will and Tessa to end up together….
I bet Cassie Clare just wakes up every morning plotting about how she can further break my heart…