“There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that,
I’ll love you then.”
“I love you,
Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself.
I don’t care.
I love you and I will always love you,
and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”