Shadow | Alec Lightwood [1] ✔️

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^Ella's confused face😂😂😂

I am going to start writing like the book City of Ashes.

Hope you enjoy, Thanks.

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"What if he's killed?" Clary said as she paced back and forth. "Clary, calm down." Izzy calmed her friend down. "As if your not worried." Alec shrugged to his sister. "Oh really how about you, aren't you worried?" Izzy took a step towards her brother. "Ok we get it, everyone is worried about him. Now, can you please shut up." Ella said obviously annoyed.

"Oh really, so you don't care about him?" Alec asked her. "Please Alec, I just found out my dad is unknown and my stepfather died, I don't know where my brother is. And to finish off MY MOM IS DEAD." Ella shouted as tears formed. "Alec." Izzy cut Alec off before he could say anything to Ella.

Right now, they were all at the institute, Jace was gone somewhere. They saved Simon from the institute, they tried getting Clary's memories back but failed, Luke became an Alpha of a wolf pack.

Clary's phone ringing pulled Ella from her thoughts. "He didn't show up." Was the first thing Clary said as she answered her phone. They all heard whispers from the end of the line; it was Luke. "You're kidding. Is he there? Can I talk to him?" Clary caught sight of Simon looking at her sharply and dropped her voice. "Is he all right?"

"Mostly."

"What do you mean, mostly?"

Clary then turned her phone to speaker.

"He picked a fight with a werewolf pack. He's got some cuts and bruises." Luke said from the other line. Ella half-closed her eyes. Why, oh why, had Jace picked a fight with a pack of wolves? What had possessed him? Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him."I think you should come down here," Luke said. "Someone has to reason with him and I'm not having much luck."

"Where are you?" Clary asked.

He told her a bar called the Hunter's Moon on Hester Street. Ella wondered if it was glamoured. Flipping her phone shut, Clary turned to Simon, who was staring at her with raised eyebrows. "The Prodigal returns?" Ella asked. "Sort of." Clary answered.

Ella scrambled to her feet and stretched her tired legs, mentally thinking about if she should go. "Come with you?" Simon asked, standing up from his chair. "What do you think?" He asked as he walked towards her. Ella looked over at Alec and Izzy but they were leaving. Clary opened her mouth, then closed it again quickly. "Er. . ."

"You haven't heard a word I said these past two minutes, have you?" He sounded resigned. "No," She admitted. "I was thinking about Jace. It sounded like he was in bad shape. Sorry."

"I thought maybe we could do something tonight," Simon said. "Something fun. See a movie. Get dinner downtown."

"I have to go." Clary looked sorry. "Then I'll go with you." Ella finally spoke up.

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The back office of Hunter's Moon was down a narrow corridor strewn with sawdust. Here and there the sawdust was churned up by footsteps and spotted with a dark liquid that didn't look like beer. The whole place smelled smoky and gamy, a little like wet dog.

"He's not in a very good mood," said Luke, pausing in front of a closed door. "I shut him up in Freaky Pete's office after he nearly killed half my pack with his bare hands. he wouldn't talk to me, so..." Luke shrugged "I thought of you." he looked from Clary's baffled face to Simon's. "What?"

"I can't believe he came here." Clary said.

"I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete." said Simon. "I know a lot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk." He swung the office door wide. Inside was a plain room, windowless, the walls hung with sports pennants. There was paper-strewn desk weighted down with a small TV set, and behind it, in a chair whose leather was so cracked it looked like veined marble, was Jace.

The moment the door opened, Jace seized up a yellow pencil lying on the desk and threw it. It sailed through the air and struck the wall next to Ella's head, where it stuck, vibrating. Ella's eyes widened.

Jace smiled faintly. "Sorry, I didn't realized it was you." Ella hadn't seen Jace in days, and he looked different somehow-not just the bloody face and bruises, which were clearly new, but the skin on his face seemed tighter, the bones more prominent.

Luke indicated Ella, Clary, and Simon with a wave of his hand. "I brought some people to see you." Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as blank as if they had been painted on. "Unfortunately," he said, "I only had the one pencil."

"Jace-" Luke started. "I don't want him here." Jace jerked his chin towards Simon. "That's hardly fair." Clary was indignant. "Out, mundane," said Jace, pointing to the door. Simon waved a hand. "It's fine. I'll wait in the hallway." He left, refraining from banging the door shut behind him, though Ella could tell he wanted to.

Ella turned back to Jace. "Do you have to be so-," she began, but stopped when she saw his face. It looked stripped down, oddly vulnerable.

"Unpleasant?" he finished for her. "Only on days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to be darken her door again. Usually, I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y."

Luke frowned."Maryse and Robert Lightwood are not my favorite people, but I can't believe Maryse would do that." Jace looked surprised. "You know them? The lightwoods?"

"They were in the Circle with me," said Luke. "I was surprised when I heard they were heading the Institute here. It seems they made a deal with the Clave, after the Uprising, to ensure some kind of lenient treatment for themselves, while Hodge-well, we know what happened to him" He was silent a moment. "Did Maryse say why she was exiling you, so to speak?"

"She doesn't believe the I thought I was Michael Wayland's son. She accused me of being in it with Valentine all along-saying I helped him get away with the Mortal Cup."

"Then why would you still be here?" Ella asked. "Why wouldn't you have fled with him?"

"She wouldn't say, but I suspect she thinks I stayed to be a spy. A viper in their bosoms. Not that she used the word 'bosoms,' but the thought was there."

"A spy for Valentine?"

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Thank You Guys for Reading!

This is from the book 'City of Ashes'. I liked it how about you?

//-stilesunicorn//