His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head.
People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your
mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your
brother; he has always protected you.Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and
whip marks, but she didn't know why.
He’s your brother.
He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.