Clary eyes fluttered closed when she felt Damon fingers comb through her hair, the gentle drag against her scalp almost had her dozing off before she remembered something Moni had done for her a few days before. She pushed herself up onto one elbow to look her mate in the eye. She had been waiting for the perfect time to use her new phrase, realizing there was no more perfect time than now. "Daiski," she said, hoping she had got the pronunciation right. Moni had assured him that it was correct.

"How did... where... did you hear that?" Damon asked as he stared up at his mate, seeing the deep...