"I can't say I've been to Vienna." Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched Alec. Her gaze looked down at his grip and she wondered what exactly he was thinking about. Was he remembering something? She found that memories came in dizzying waves that often left their owners stunned.

"Just something new. The only other music I have is all classical but I can't tell you who the composers are. I just listen to it when I draw or read." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

Clary felt her expression relax. "You listen to Abba?"