"I think I got about an hour before," Damon said, when he had his breathing under control, the skin on his side still tingling from Clary light touch. How was he able to elicit such a reaction from his body with an innocent, almost nonexistent brush of her fingertips. He groaned at the thought that he could actually count on one hand the number of hours of sleep he had had since he had met Clary. He was exhausted, hence the wings. He silently wondered how many times a person could activate it before going mad from sleep deprivation.

"I think about two days ago?" Moni said with a frown,...