For a while after they left the warlock's hide out, Isaac forget how to breath. Everything was revealed. Finally, the question he had been asking so long had been answered, and he wasn't sure if he wanted it to. Yeah, he always felt like he belonged in the Fray household, but this...now it was like he was always supposed to be there, but he never was.

If there was one thing he had learned from Jocelyn, it was that she did everything for her children. So, a part of him understood why he was raised in Beacon Hills instead of Brooklyn. But the other part didn't understand why she left him with that family, the place where nightmares were born and you were taught at a very young age that dreams never come true.

And it wasn't just the news of his parents that surprised him. It was also the fact that he had a younger sister, with fiery red hair and a need for her mother. But there was also a boy – man now – who grew up the same way he did, without a mother. Really, he didn't know what happened to his brother, but he knew he had one now, and it really felt like he had two brothers. Camden, though he wasn't Isaac's true brother, was still family. He was the one who tried to protect him from their 'father', he was the one Isaac went to when he had a bad dream when he was younger. He had done much more than his actual siblings.

(But Isaac had to remind himself that it wasn't their fault, but Jocelyn's for keeping them apart.)

(And then he had to beat himself up for thinking that because the real reason was their father.)

Isaac knew that he reacted differently from Clary when he realized who his father was. She was betrayed and broken, thinking about all the lies her mother had told her, but Isaac was used to having a monster as a father. He had been raised by Joseph Lahey, a man who didn't know care or compassion, at least not after his wife died, so Isaac knew the worst of the worst. But Clary had grown up in a house full of love, with a mother she could tell anything to, unlike Isaac. So he understood why she reacted so badly to the news, while he was just shocked about how they were actually related.

And all the night, he kept thinking about everything. His mind was awake and not a single moment of sleep came to him, but he was used to it. He had gone many days without sleep, and even though that might not be healthy, he couldn't help it. Isaac's monster under the bed had never been the Boogie Man or the dark, it had been people. So that's why he could never sleep, because the people were real and they were only so far away from him.

But his mind kept coming back to the fact that Clary didn't know. He knew now. Isaac knew about his parents and his siblings and the fact that he had been living with his sister for two years without knowing and comforting his mother when times were hard, he knew that. But she didn't. Isaac was used to knowing things and keeping secrets, it made him feel powerful in a way. He could tell Clary, but what good would it do? She would think he had known all along, and hadn't just found out the night before, but keeping this secret would not do him any good either.

So what to do...what to do. But Isaac liked secrets, he liked having the upper hand and knowing things others didn't, and while that might be a bad trait, he couldn't help but not want it to stop. So he had finally reached a conclusion to his never ending questions at about three in the morning; don't tell Clary.

•••

"Isaac!" he heard the voice of Isabelle Lightwood call out to him as he sat in the kitchen, slowly eating some buttered toast.

"What?" he asked, his mouth full of the crunchy goodness, causing Isabelle to roll her eyes at him.

"Do you know where Clary is?" Isabelle asked, "I wanted to talk to her about what happened with my brother."

Isaac raised his eyebrow slightly, "What do you mean? I haven't heard anything, but then again, I haven't exactly paid attention."

"It was after we got back from Magnus'," she informed him, dragging him out, "Help me look for her."

The werewolf groaned, "But I don't want to." The whine meant nothing to Isabelle, who continued to drag him even though he was using all his human strength (too tired to use anything supernatural) but pull them back and into the kitchen.

"Too bad," she smirked.

"Fine," he sighed and rolled his eyes, "At least tell me what happened so I don't look like a complete fool when we find her."

"You know that necklace that she's been wearing?" he nodded, thinking 'oh, shit' since he kind of knew where it came from and what it did, "Well, Clary told Jace that she saw her mother in it with Valentine, Alec figured it out and took the necklace because he doesn't want Valentine to have any sort of access into the Institute."

Isaac discretely rolled her eyes and muttered, "Jackass." He was aware that it did do something (Jocelyn – mom, he corrected himself – never specified what it actually did, just said that it was important for Clary to have it when the time came), but he was also aware that Clary needed that necklace. Really, he didn't blame Alec for stealing it away, he would have done the same if something like that was threatening his pack, he blamed Clary for letting it be taken away (and telling Jace instead of them because that was also an idiotic move.

(But shh, no one needed to know that this was partly because he was jealous that she didn't come to him first even though they've known each other longer.)

(But shush.)

Finally, after walking around the Institute for a while (which Isaac was not in the slightest happy about), they found a lone Clary Fray sitting by herself.

"There you are," Isabelle released his arm to sit next to Clary, "Are you okay?"

Isaac too decided that he should sit down next to the Fray girl (his sister, he scolded himself to remember), sandwiching her between him and Isabelle.

"I saw my mom," (our mom), "Then your brother..."

"I heard," Isabelle cut her off, sparing her some of the pain of reliving the moment. Isaac sent her a grateful, which she returned with a genuine one. He knew it was a bad idea to become attached to her, but he couldn't help himself, she was just such a great person to everyone and maybe she was his type...

"And believe me, there have been many times where I wanted to kill Alec," Isabelle sighed, looking at the broken girl in her arms, "Look, I know my brother can be a real pain in the ass...but he means well. That necklace is very dangerous."

Isaac almost snorted. The necklace itself wasn't dangerous at all, it was just a piece of jewelry that could be dangerous if you wished to see the wrong things.

"I'll take the risk on my own," Clary told her, just wanting to see her (their) mother again.

"The problem is, you're not on your own, Clary. You're part of us now," Isabelle said softly.

"I just...I wish I knew what to do," Clary confessed, "All of this, it's so new to me. I just..."

Clary sighed, stopping herself, thinking of the right words to say to try and make Isabelle understand, "I'll do anything to save her."

"I get it," Isabelle nodded, "You love her."

"More than anything," Clary agreed, adding on more to show how deep her love was.

"What's your mom like?"

"She's kind. Fun. Uh...the kinda person you always want to be around," Clary chuckled the tiniest bit, "I have friends who used to always want to hang out at our place, just to hang out with her."

Both of them laughed, but Isaac just looked off. She was a mother to him, Jocelyn was supposed to be his mom but she never acted like it. Really, his adoptive mother acted more like a mom to him that Jocelyn. That's wasn't supposed to happen. Clary had this amazing mother who would do anything for her, while Isaac had this supposed mom who did what she thought was best for him. But a part of him couldn't help but think she just wanted to get rid of him.

"She sounds more like a friend than a mom," Isabelle commented, wishing that her mother was like that.

"She was both," Clary whispered, "She's basically sacrificed her life for me," (us, not just us, our brother as well), "And I'm willing to do the same for her."

"Just because you can't have that necklace, doesn't mean you won't see her again," Isabelle promised, "Walk with me. Tell me everything about her."

The three of them stood up, and Isabelle linked arms with Clary, leaving the werewolf to trail behind them so that he could listen to their conversation but not feel like a bother to them.

They turned the corner (or two) before Isaac started listening again, hearing Isabelle say, "So, Alec blew right by you and did what he wanted. I'd be angry, too."

"He took the only way I had to see my mother," (still, our mother), "Plus, he kept asking what Valentine's room looked like."

"He was interested in Valentine's style?" Isabelle scoffed, "Fascinating..."

"No, he thought I might have seen something that could help us find him."

"And did you?"

"I didn't see anything there, but..." Clary tried to remember, but when she was there...when she saw...all she could think about was her mother's resting figure instead of the surroundings.

"I think I might know another way."

But their conversation was soon cut off when a middle-aged when appeared, "Isabelle. Dressed to impress, I see. And you've been playing with family heirlooms."

"Hi, I'm Clary Fray," the redhead introduced herself, not knowing what was happening at that moment.

"Clary Fairchild," the woman corrected her, "You look just like your mother. We know all about you in Idris."

"Idris?"

"The Shadowhunter homeland. If you think the Institute is well-hidden, wait until you see that place." Isabelle informed the two of them, "How's Max? We all miss him. Little brother. Cute but clingy. Kinda Simon-ish."

"Robert's picking him up at the Mumbai Institute," the woman told Isabelle, "Where's Jace? We have a situation that has to be handled now."

The woman then brushed pass them, not caring if she hit them or not, which angered Isaac the tiniest bit. (Okay, he was angered greatly by it, but just continued to clench his fists until he could calm himself down.)

"Well, that's my mom," Isabelle told them.

They continued to walk after her, Isabelle out of her little respect for her mother, Clary for an explanation, and Isaac because he was already up and needed a little entertainment.

"Is your mom always like that?" Clary asked, "She didn't even hug you."

Isabelle just chuckled, "Shadowhunters aren't big huggers."

Isaac frowned, not believing any word that Isabelle had just said but not questioning her about it. He knew what it was like to have a family member who didn't like you.

They watched Jace train for a couple of seconds before he finished, panting as he looked over to him, "Maryse. Hey. It's great to see you. How's everyone in Idris? Where's, uh...where's Max."

The three watched as the two hugged, the Fray siblings (Isaac had to admit that that sounded really weird) sent Isabelle a sympathetic look which she chose ignore.

"No Max." Isabelle informed him, "Just mom with her hair on fire."

"I love how Shadowhunters share," Clary commented, "A hidden brother, and a secret country, and a private Portal."

"Well, Clare Bear," Isaac smiled sweetly at her, "They haven't known you long, and I don't really think they need to share every aspect of their lives with you, so..."

Just then, Alec joined them (what fun), "Mother. Welcome back. We didn't expect you."

"You should be prepared, whether you expect me or not," she said in an emotionless tone. (So that's where he gets it from...)

"I am. We are."

"We'll take about the Institute later," she said with a tone of disapproval, "Right now, we have a bigger problem. The Seelies have stopped communicating with the Clave and won't explain why. My guess is they're still upset we asked them to send scouts to look for Valentine, but no one in their realm will talk."

"I have Seelie friends," Isabelle offered, trying to be helping to the problem.

"Yes, I know about your friends," Isabelle's mother said with a little disgust present, "Isabelle, we stay separate from the Downworld for good reasons. The wrong move, the wrong word..."

Isaac tensed up as she talked. He was apart of what she called the Downworld, and he was trying to help them. Easily, he could turn his back on them, but he never had. And here she was saying everything a prejudice Shadowhunter would say...without a Downworlder in the room of course.

"Do you think there is such a thing as harmless rebellion?" the woman (who Isaac did not like at her) continued, "Who knows what offends these creatures? Maybe you told him...them...something they shouldn't know. Maybe you trod on one of their ridiculous customs without knowing it."

"Wait, wait. I don't understand," Jace stopped her, and Isaac was grateful because if she kept talking he would have split her skull open, "You're laying all this on Izzy for having a friend in the Downworld?"

"When someone upsets the natural order, everything falls apart," she told him coolly.

"Natural order?" Clary broke them apart, "What are you saying?"

"I can help," Isabelle said in a determination, "I know how to talk to Seelies."

"She's right," Alec inputted, "She can visit with Meliorn and see what he knows. I could go with her if you want."

"I'd rather Jace goes along this time," she said with her hand in the blonde's shoulder. "Alec, you stay with the Fairchild girl...and whoever this is."

Isaac smirked at her, "I'm Isaac, the resident werewolf. Just so you know."

She gave him look of disgust but said nothing, which everyone was grateful for because they knew how Isaac could get if he wanted to.

"I want both of them under control," she emphasized the 'both', "She's caused enough trouble already."

"Maybe that's because I wasn't even a Shadowhunter until a few days ago!" Clary defended herself.

"And what an exciting few days it has been," she said without sympathy. "The Clave counts on us Lightwoods to maintain order here."

"You don't need to tell me that," Alec said to her, "If the mission is important to the Clave, I would prefer to be the one who goes with Isabelle."

Maryse chuckled, "You're all so eager to do what you would prefer. It's time to face the truth. Life is not about what you want to do, it's about what must be done. I have given you your assignments, now carry them out."

She then pointed at Jace and Isabelle, "You and you, with me, now."

Then, it was just Isaac, Clary, and Alec left. The werewolf rolled his eyes, "I agree with your mother on one thing. You can't always do what you want, because if so, you'd be short a mother, Alec."

•••

Isaac was chilling in his room, looking up at the ceiling and trying to ignore the nagging bit in his mind that told him that keeping secrets was bad. Yeah, he knew that was true and he probably should tell Clary the news, but he liked keeping this to himself. He wanted to slowly adjust himself into the world of having siblings. If Clary knew, Isaac could tell that she would do something big and over the top...something that he wouldn't want.

He would tell her, eventually, when he knew he could handle calling Clary his sister. He was having a hard time as it was trying to get himself to Jocelyn his mother. Really, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to.

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. His door opened to show an anxious Clary. "Isaac, come on!"

She ushered him out of the room, which confused the Lahey – Fairchild – boy greatly.

"Clary," he said in a stern voice, "Where the hell are we going?"

"My mom," (our), "the box...Isaac, who is Jonathan Clark?"

Isaac froze, but just for a second. Jonathan Clark didn't exist, but Jonathan Christopher did. The box that Clary was talking about was the only thing Jocelyn had left of Clary's brother (other brother); Jonathan Christopher.

"I don't know," maybe that wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. Really, he didn't know much about JC, only that he was Clary's brother who supposedly died in a fire that Valentine set and that now she used it as the name of Clary's 'father'.

Clary laughed, "Really? Or are you just saying that? I know that you like to keep secrets from me."

He winced, it was true. Isaac did like secrets. He liked knowing things others didn't. It was nothing against Clary or anyone else, it just made Isaac feel powerful...something he liked to feel.

"Clary..." his face was ridden with guilt and his tone was a pleading one, both of which Clary noticed.

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, Isaac. I didn't mean to snap, you're like the only family have left," (if only you knew), "I'm just mad...that's all."

Isaac forced a smile on his face, the secrets were really riding him. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and he couldn't hold it up much longer. "It's fine."

They walked out of the Institute, going along the sidewalk and down the road he knew lead near their old apartment. Still, he found himself asking, "Where are we going?"

Childish. The question was childish. Of course he knew where they were going. The box, the box was still at the apartment and it held Jonathan Christopher – or Clark – and of course they were going there.

"Home," she spoke softly, as if trying not to cry, "We're going home."

They walked for a while longer before she pulled them into an alley. She brought out her stele before runing herself and holding Isaac's hand, letting him too be invisible to the world, something he always felt like he was and something he always wanted to be.

Clary and him passed the Brooklyn Academy, the place she was supposed to attend college that fall, and Clary just stopped. Isaac gave her a sympathetic look, but stayed behind. She was sad, of course she was. Her life had changed so drastically and this was supposed to be her future, but it wasn't anymore. Her future included getting her (our) mother back, defeating Valentine, and hunting demons. There would be no need to go to a mundane college and live the mundane life. That chapter was over.

They stayed put for so long, and Isaac forgot how long they were there before Clary's phone began to ring in his purse, causing the mundanes around them to check their bag to see if it was their phone.

"Why'd you run out?" a voice asked behind them, causing Clary to jump and Isaac to send him an annoyed look, "And what's the point of an Invisibility rune if you don't silence your phone? That was childish, sneaking out like that..."

Clary ignored him, picking up her phone and answering it, "Simon. Hey. I know I should have called you right back. I'm really sorry. Are you okay?"

Isaac could hear the Lewis boy groan, which caused Isaac to internally groan as well because this kid again? He left they had gotten rid of him. Using his supernatural hearing, he listened in to the conversation;

"You know that thing when you think you're catching a cold, but you never actually get sick?"

"Yeah, I totally get it," Clary raised her hand to stop Alec from speaking, "Um, can we talk later? Things are kind of insane right now."

"Insane, how? Are you okay?" Simon asked urgently, which almost caused Isaac to snort, but he controlled himself like a good boy.

"I...I killed a demon and lost all my memories forever. So..."

"You killed a what?" he asked, "Okay, Clary, where are you?"

"I'm at the Brooklyn Academy," she answered Simon, looking up at the two others who were there beside her. "I'm on my way to..."

"Hang up," Alec told her, "That's it, we have to go. Right now."

"No. I'm on my way to the loft." She said, defying Alec's words, "There's something there that I think could help me find my mother."

"Are you crazy?" Simon questioned her, "That's way too dangerous. You think nobody's watching that place?"

"I'm fine," she reassured him, "I'm with Alec and Isaac."

"And those words are supposed to make me feel better how?" Simon continued, and Isaac rolled his eyes. He knew for a fact that he could better protect her than Simon, plus, Isaac was her brother. "Yeah, I'm coming to help."

"You have got to be kidding me," Isaac muttered, face palming, that was the last thing that they needed, a mundane to look after.

"No, Simon, you've been through enough already," Clary tried to convince him not to come, which Isaac was a little grateful for.

"So have you," Simon countered, "Meet me at the old shortcut. You know the one."

And that was it. They hung up, and Isaac really wanted to bash Simon's face into a door, or a nail, or anything that could cause serious brain damage or death. Really, he didn't care, as long as it stopped Simon from hounding after them.

"Mundanes. Look at them," Alec said in his usual, monotone voice, "Running around like ants. Let's go."

Clary looked like she was ready to murder Alec, which Isaac would help her with, but followed after him anyways. "Why do always look so miserable?"

"I don't."

"You do," she countered, "It must be hard being in love with Jace and he's straight and everything."

"Excuse me? What?"

Clary chuckled, "What's the big deal? I was there when that memory came out. Busted, no?"

"We're parabatai."

"Alec," she said, "just say it, you'll feel better. You're in love with Jace."

"Forget it," he shook his head, "You know what? You're in love with Jace."

"Oh, okay?" She asked sarcastically, "The middle school comeback? Nice."

Isaac groaned, "Would you two shut the fuck up? You're both in love with Jace, okay? Done."

"Alec, we have a real problem to solve, okay?" she said, but Isaac rolled his eyes and muttered, "And are you trying to solve it? No? That's what I thought."

"Come with me," she said to him, and then lead them to the right, which they hesitantly followed.

The three of them walked for a while more in complete silence. There was tension between all of them, but Isaac was used to that when Alec was in the room. While Isabelle and Jace loved him, Clary was apprehensive of him and Isaac was still trying to warm up to him. With Isabelle it was easy, she was carefree but listened, she liked you to tell stories and she gave good advice. It was easy to open up to her. Jace was weird. He felt like him knew the Wayland boy, even though they had only talked a few times and he was completely enthralled by his sister (which sounded so weird to say). But Alec was closed off. He didn't want friends or someone to talk to, he wanted honor for the Lightwood name and approval of those in the Clave. It was easy to hate him, but Isaac couldn't. He understood what it felt like to seek approval from someone else.

Finally, they reached the back alley with tons of graffiti sprayed on the concrete building as they say the lanky figure of Simon Lewis – one of the last people Isaac wanted to see at the moment.

"Hey, you," Clary greeted him with a smile and a hug, which he gladly returned and sniffed her hair the tiniest bit. It was moments like those that he wished he did not have supernatural hearing, but he did not need to know what Simon liked to smell. "Oh, thanks for being here."

"You don't need to do this alone," he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the hug.

"Hey, Lewis!" Isaac gained the attention of the mundane, "If you couldn't tell, she's not alone!"

They ignored him, not that he was surprised. Clary took a good look at her friend, "Are you sure you're feeling up to this?"

"Yeah, it's just a cold. Not the end of the world," Isaac could hear Simon's heart beating the tiniest bit faster, a sign that he was lying. But, since Isaac didn't exactly enjoy conversing with the mundane, he let it slide.

"The world's been ending for a thousand years," Alec informed them. "Ah, you get used to it. Now, we need to move."

"Yeah, my mom's," (our), "loft is just across the alley."

"All right, well, we have to be careful." He said, "There are eyes all over this place and everybody in the Shadow World's looking for you."

"I mean," Simon told him, "I guarantee you, no one's gonna find this shortcut. I used to take it back in middle school to see Clary. You might know the Shadow World, but trust me...I know Brooklyn. Come on."

Isaac rolled his eyes, "And I know Beacon Hills, doesn't mean I could show you around the place."

The four of them went over the concrete wall, running slightly through the alley and to the back of their old loft. Walking past many overgrown plants that now took over everything in its path.

Clary scoffed as she looked at Simon, "Have you been doing parkour or something?" They climbed the latter to the loft.

"You've gotten a lot better at this," Simon complimented her (like a gentleman).

"I was just gonna say the same thing about you," she smiled at her mundane friend.

"Climbing a fire escape excites mundanes," Alec said, "I'll never understand these people."

Finally, they got up to see the back door. Runes covered about every inch of the exposing brick and door, causing Clary to comment, "Whoa. I don't remember it like this."

"These are runes and wards of protection cast by a warlock," Alec informed them, but it was mostly directed at Clary.

"Dot."

"Some of these have been here for years," Alec said again.

"The only different is now I can actually see them," she said in a softer, quieter tone than her usual one.

"Yo, Clary," Simon called the attention of the Shadowhunters and werewolf, "What are all these tags?"

"You can see the runes?" Alec questioned him, thinking that it was very peculiar that a mundane could see them.

"Yeah, kind of hard to miss."

"For a Shadowhunter," Alec continued, "They should be invisible to most mundanes. When did you get the Sight?"

Simon chuckled, not seeing the seriousness of the situation, "I don't know. But whoever drew these should take some lessons from Clary. Their, uh, work is pretty sloppy."

Clary looked at something carved into the brick, "This is from when Simon and I were engaged to be married."

"You were engaged?" Alec asked, "I'm almost certain I don't want to hear this story..."

"We were eight years old," Simon cut him off.

"That was a whole other world ago," Clary finished it off, her hand still on the carving.

Clary walked towards the door, trying to open it, but failing as she grunted and sighed. "There's only one flaw in your plan here, Simon."

"Here," Simon walked towards the door, "let me try."

With a flick of his wrist and a pull of the door, it swung open. "After you," he held the door open for Clary.

She walked in and Alec was about to go in after her when Simon put his hand out, "Ooh, after me."

Alec and Isaac both rolled their eyes, thinking the same exact thing; when do I get to kill this mundane?

They walked in, taking in their surroundings as it looked very different from the last time they had been there. Everything was ruined, a fire had been set and the only thing on Isaac's mind was that old Adele song. I mean, you had to admit, he did have a good taste in music.

"Holy crap, Clary. Who torched your loft?" Simon asked, "Yeah, I can see this, too."

Simon went to Clary while Isaac went with Alec to look around. Everything was different. There was no trace of Clary or Isaac anywhere, but one smell was strong. A smell that he knew so well but wanted to forget about what he had said; Luke. It smelled so much like the werewolf who he thought he could trust, and it made Isaac's heart ache even more.

"Of course, there isn't," Isaac was brought back from his trance by Alec, "Your mother was trying to erase any trace that you existed. So that you couldn't be tracked. She was protecting you."

"Let's see how well that worked," Clary muttered.

"You're alive, aren't you?" Alec countered.

"These floorboards..." Simon said, causing them all to look back at him, "They sound different in these two spots. Can't you hear it? There's something under here."

There was more creaking before Simon dropped down, lifting up some burnt rug and then peeling of the loose floorboard.

"Another score for Brooklyn," Simon smirked, before looking back down to what was hidden.

"Another reason to bash your head open," Isaac muttered to himself, but he was sure Alec heard because of the stifled chuckle that come from his mouth.

"Hey," Alec grabbed Simon before he could grab what was down there, "out of the way."

"You're welcome."

"There's something down here," the Shadowhunter pulled up a box before showing it to Clary (which caused Isaac to stiffen), "Is this the box you remember?"

"Yeah," she nodded her head, "She used to wait till she thought I was asleep and then take it out."

"Well, let's open it," Simon decided, and Isaac wasn't sure if he wanted it opened, but said nothing.

Apprehensively, Clary opened the box, but Isaac couldn't get a good look to see what was inside. "I don't what any of this is," Clary told them.

There was a shattering from someone else in the loft, and Isaac cursed himself for not realizing it sooner that someone was there.

"There's someone here," Alec said, and Isaac would have rolled his eyes and made a sarcastic comment if it wasn't for the fact that someone could be trying to kill them at any moment, "Get what you need. Do not move until I get back. We've been here too long."

Isaac was about to with Alec, but decided that it would be better if he stayed with Useless 1 and Useless 2. Clary began to pack a bag when more crashing was heard and two people appeared. Isaac tensed as he saw them; werewolves.

"What are you doing?" he snarled at them, not caring about the breaking look in their eyes as they continued to look at Isaac.

"You can leave," Alaric said, "This has nothing to do with you. He just wants the girl and her friend, that's all."

"Fuck off," Isaac rolled his eyes, "I can't let you take her."

"Then I'm sorry," the elder werewolf said genuinely before a syringe was injected into Isaac's neck, causing him to fall, fall, fall...

And the last thing he saw as he was shoved into the black car as his vision continued to blur until it felt like he was almost asleep was the standing figure of Alec Lightwood, with a look that he knew all too well.

•••

this is the longest chapter I have ever written, it makes me so proud. like, I just kept writing because I knew where I wanted this to end and it just took so long to just there, but I did it!

this chapter is dedicated to -hellfire because she is an awesome human being who you should all follow her!

question of the day,
what is your favorite gift you have ever received for Christmas?

answer of the day,
my phone or butterbeer (aka butterscotch beer, but whatever)