Stone Circle Trashin' the camp

Steph was dead, she was dead, and there was nothing Clary could do. Ezra's touch had her burying herself deeper against him. Everything suddenly felt so cold, and she shook with a violent shiver, even with the comfort of her brother and mother about her.

For the first time, Clary was glad Keoni couldn't speak - she didn't look up, but squeezed her eyes tighter. She didn't want to see her older sister say what she already knew, didn't want to make it real. The wounds, the blood, the look of sleep. A sob clutched her throat, dry and staggered. Steph was dead, and there was nothing she could do.