Jace POV greenhouse scene. The ground is unsteady under his feet and he clings to her, small as she is, as if she could hold him up. His palms smooth down her back. He can feel her breathing against him; a gasp in between kisses. Her thin fingers are in his hair, on the back of his neck, tangling gently, and he remembers the medianox flower and the first time he saw it and thought: here is something too beautiful to properly belong in this world.