Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored. In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit. I didn't invite him into bed, Clary snapped. We were just kissing. Just kissing? Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. How swiftly you dismiss our love.