“Yeah. I love you,” she said. She rubbed his back awkwardly. He felt something damp on his hand and looked down. She was crying. One of her tears had splashed onto his fingers. Another one followed, and he closed his hand around it. He was shivering, but not from cold; still, she pulled off her scarf and wrapped it around them both. “We’ll figure it out,” she said. “You’re my little brother, you dumb idiot. I love you no matter what.” They sat together, shoulder to shoulder, looking off into the shadowy spaces between the trees.” Simon LewisMortal InstrumentsRebecca Lewis Book:City of Lost Souls Source: City of Lost Souls