𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━━ ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD

49

WHILE JACE AND ALEC were dealing with the Hodge problem, Kade helped the rest figure out how to wake Jocelyn up which was how they found themselves at Magnus's place after a few more hours.

Camille had the book of the white which they required in order to wake Jocelyn up and unfortunately, the vampire agreed to give it to them once she was freed.

On the other hand, Alec had successfully managed to stop Jace from killing Hodge and joined them at his boyfriend's apartment. The group of shadowhunters walked in just to find Magnus and Camille kissing.

"Well, this is awkward," Magnus muttered as Alec looked at Camille, "where's the book?"

"It's complicated."

"Clearly," the older Lightwood had a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"I have it," Camille quipped to which Magnus added, "and she's graciously offered it in exchange for her freedom."

Isabelle raised her brows, "and her freedom requires a lip-lock?"

"We don't negotiate with prisoners," Alec said to Camille who arched her brows, "prisoner? I beg to disagree. You see, I'm your only chance at saving the world. You need me. You certainly have a type, don't you, Magnus? He's cute. Too bad it won't last."

"Say that again, you won't last." Isabelle threatened earning a smirk from the vampire, "I'd say he's about 20 years from male pattern baldness." She looked at Isabelle then at Kade, "nice choice."

Alec sighed, "I don't have time for this. Where's Clary?" Magnus pointed to the other room and Alec walked away.

After a while, they were taken to Camille's apartment where she said she'd give them the Book of white.

The vampire had a lot of books which Alec was staring at, "wow you have a lot of books."

"Got a lot of time on my hands," was Camille's answer while Isabelle looked around, "this place creeps me out."

"Yeah," Alec looked at his friends, "let's check the perimeter."

"Good idea," Magnus nodded, "if I know Camille, she'll have a trick or three up her sleeve." After exchanging one last nod, the group went separate ways.

Isabelle and Kade were walking around the house, checking the perimeter for any signs of danger when Kade held her hand and pulled her to him. She collided with his chest as he placed his hands on her waist to hold her in place.

"What are you doing?" She asked, biting her lip nervously at their close proximity. He smirked before placing his lips on hers. Both of them were distracted so they did not hear the muffling sounds going on in the other room.

It was when they broke the kiss that they noticed the suspicious silence filling the place. With furrowed brows, the two parted away and held their weapons in their hands.

A circle member then emerged through the door and Kade was quick to react, shooting one of his blades at him, hitting him in the chest and he fell dead on the ground. Three circle members followed through the same door, all holding their blades in their hands.

The two took out their own blades, standing close to each other as they stared at the circle members.

"Drop them!" A man shouted making Isabelle roll her eyes as she held her blade tight in her hands.

"On three?" Kade questioned to which she nodded, repeating, "on three."

"One, two—" They muttered as they readied their blades. "Three," and then they attacked. Kade easily got rid of around three circle member with his blade. He blocked, stabbed, dodged and slashed. He was about to kill another one when a man shouted, "drop it or pretty girl here dies!"

Turning around, he was met with the sight of Isabelle being held by a blade at her throat. The second he was distracted, two men crept behind him and one of them placed a blade in front of his throat as well.

"Fuck," he muttered when the circle member kicked his blade out of his hand, disarming him. His eyes stayed glued on Isabelle and the blade so close to her skin.

"Walk!" The men commanded and the two began walking carefully. They opened a door and stepped inside a room, finding everyone else in the same condition as there. Kade's heartbeat picked up at the sight. Then his eyes fell on a very familiar man.

Valentine.