“Where’s Luke?” Clary demanded, drawing the blanket close around herself for comfort. Amatis set the tray down on the table beside the bed. There was a mug of something hot on it, and some slices of buttered bread. “You should eat something. You’ll feel better.”
“I feel fine,” Clary said. “Where’s Luke?”
There was a high-backed chair beside the table; Amatis sat in it, folded her hands in her lap, and regarded Clary calmly. In the daylight Clary could see more clearly the lines in her face—she looked older than Clary’s mother by many years, though they couldn’t be that far apart in age. Her brown hair was stippled with gray, her eyes rimmed with dark pink, as if she had been crying. “He’s not here.”
“Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like …”[…]
“He just … left me here? Am I supposed to sit around and wait for him?”
“Well, he couldn’t very well take you with him, could he?” Amatis asked. “And it won’t be easy for you to get home. You broke the Law in coming here like you did, and the Clave won’t overlook that, or be generous about letting you leave.” […]
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 5: A Problem With Memory
I hate to say this, but Clary has gotten more and more unlikeable as this goes on. She went from being mildly annoying to Bella Swan levels of super entitled god mode sue who just demands everyone fall on to their knees and kiss her feet like she is Queen of the world. And sadly, since Clary is the author’s self-insert this is pretty much the case.
I mean look at these two snippets, you never see her saying thank you to Amatis for saving her life. And spoiler alert: I have read ahead this chapter and she continues to be this much of an entitled bitch. Seriously, I could understand that she is panicked because she is a new place with nothing but strangers.
However, I’m pointing this out, because this attitude never changes—and no, this is not the last time I will be talking about Clary’s bratty behavior.