“I am sorry,” Anna said, with a slight, formal bow. “I didn’t realize you were here.” She turned to go, but Ariadne hastened across the room to her, holding out a hand. “Anna, please. I want to talk to you.” Anna paused, staring at the door. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. She cursed herself quietly; she should be long past feeling this way. So foolish. So young. I am Anna Lightwood, she told herself. Nothing touches me.
- Chain of Gold, Cassandra Clare