For a fleeting moment, Leandre was certain that he had drifted into a reverie, for there was no way that Clary could be holding him so tightly. But as he basked in the warmth of her embrace and felt the rhythm of her heartbeat, he knew beyond a doubt that this was no illusion. It was tangible, it was real. And with each surge of adrenaline that surged through his veins, he was consumed by an all-encompassing euphoria that he had never experienced before.
Leandre had always been a skeptic when it came to matters of the heart. He had never believed in the idea of soulmates or the notion of a perfect match. But as he stood there in Clary's arms, he couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he had been wrong all along.
