A Shadowhunter's Connection

Chapter 7

Slightly worried they might follow us, I asked Jace, "Don't their bikes run on that, too?"

Jace smiled at my worry. "Why do you think I picked this one? It's been modified. You got a good grip?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?" I asked, shaking my head in confusion.

Suddenly, the bike speeds up again, lifting up off the ground and into the night sky. At first, my arms grow tighter around Jace, scared for a minute until the feeling sinks in. The feeling of light as a feather, the feeling of freedom.

I can't stop the wide, joyful smile that appears on my face, matching Jace's. A laugh leaves both of our lips, enjoying the freedom of flying on a bike.

"Why didn't you just do this in the first place?" I asked, part of my laugh in my sentence.

Jace looks over his shoulder, a small smirk on his lips. "I guess I wanted to show off a bit."

My eyes roll at his comment, but I'd be lying if I said that all of this wasn't impressive. In fact, it captivated my attention and eye so much that whatever spell that vampire had on me seemed to dissolve or ware off.

Eventually Jace and I landed on a cement parking lot, outside of the Hotel DuMort. The place looked cold, dark almost. Which seemed fitting since they were vampires.

We climb off, Jace pulling out his Stele. "Here," He said, taking a step closer to me. He lightly pushed my hair away from my left side, pulling the top of my shirt down a little. He started to use the Stele to brand me, the stinging showing up again. But this one was less powerful compared to the one on my arm.

"What that vamp did to you back at the bar, it's called encanto. That was just the first step. It's kind of like what a cobra does to a mouse right before it strikes. This will keep you safe just in case you run into Mr. Fascinating again."

I roll my eyes, "I'm never gonna live that down, am I?" I asked as he finishes up.

Jace smiles, "Probable not. Give me your arm," He motions towards my left arm. I do as told, holding up my arm as he rolls my leather jacket back.

It's then that I notice the ruin he carved into Clary and I's arms are gone, vanished as if never there. "The ruin you gave Clary and I, it's gone," I said shocked.

"Yeah, like I said before, temporary," He said, lightly taking my arm. Jace proceeds by carving another ruin in my arm, the sting just as powerful as the one on my chest.

"What is it?" I asked, watching his hand move freely as if he'd fone the carving a hundred times.

"This is for silence. The vamps won't hear us coming, but we can't disguise the scent of our blood from them." He finishes, letting my sleeve down and stowing away his stele. His eyes look up to meet mine. "Once we enter the building through there, they'll know something's up. But if our plan works, we'll have time to find Simon."

My eyes pull together in slight confusion, "How will we find Simon?"

Jace looks over his shoulder at the building, "He'll be in the most secure room in the building." He turns, looking at me again, "Trust me, we'll know it when we see it."

I can't help the little soft laugh that leaves my nose as I look at the ground. "My sister is probable freaking out right now, worried about him."

"And you're not?" Jace asked?

A sigh leaves my lips, my eyes returning to the ground before looking off somewhere. "I want him to be safe, but I'm not my sister. Those two have been friends for years."