"It makes total sense. Every time you tell me about Will, all I can see is Jace!"

She beams at him, pleased that she's brought some life back into his features. She doesn't even mind the touching, mostly because she's too excited to notice, her own fingers curled in the fabric of his sweater.

"He didn't know for a long time, maybe that's why he didn't tell you. Or maybe he didn't think to. And I didn't know because I didn't grow up a Shadowhunter. I forget that names mean something. But he is. Jace is like Will's great-great-great grandson or something. He must be."