Adira felt a fierce pride well up in her, for her brother courage and for the protectiveness of his mate. The thought was startling. She couldn't help but gape at them, at the way David was wrapped around her, a peaceful, happy look on his face. She felt the sting of tears when she saw a single tear roll down his face at Moni acceptance of him, of a part of himself that they had all struggled with over the centuries, he may not have had as long as her and Clary to grow to hate that part of herself, but each scared glance, each snide comment or outright accusation...