thirty-one

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Amelia

If there was one thing I hated about being the head of the Institute, it was this, sorting out paper work. Of course my husband had much more to do, but still. Paperwork.

I grabbed the cup of coffee I had sitting on my nightstand, and I groaned when the drink was cold.

So much for fresh and hot black coffee. I thought.

And then suddenly, the sound of my door opening met my ears as Izzy barged in, as if it was her very own room.

She made a bee-line for my closet, frowning as she browsed through my clothes.

"Do you have something mundane to wear? Like, a mundane dress?" She asked.

I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Clary does."

She shuts my closet door.

"Why do you need one anyway?" I asked her.

"I'm going on a date," she replied.

I clapped my hands together. "Hooray for you." At least she was willing to put herself out there. Losing Raphael as a friend was hard. I still remembered those times when he'd attempted to teach me to cook, but to no avail.

But to Izzy, losing him...that was harder.

I didn't know the whole story, but from what I've heard, they've had a spat and she made Raphael leave the city.

I just hoped he laid low and stayed safe. He was technically still a wanted man, being the former clan leader and all.

"Yeah," Izzy breathed out. "Hooray for me."

She exited the room, probably to go and find Clary.

I leaned back into the headboard, and then sighed. Fuck it, I'm not doing this tonight.

Gathering the files, I arranged them in order before placing them on my other nightstand. Deciding to get another coffee, I stood up and grabbed my mug.

My stomach rumbled on the way, and I prayed silently that there were some leftovers in the fridge.

When I opened the fridge and saw nothing, I grumbled. I guess it's time for another order of Japanese at that restaurant downtown.

Heading back to my room, I pulled on my leather jacket and my gear, before strapping a seraph blade to the holster.

Heading over to the office, I knocked on the door before opening, to see Jace and Alec talking.

They stopped their conversation abruptly.

"I can come back," I said, already making the move to close the door when Jace stopped me.

"No, Ames, come inside." He said.

"What's going on?" I asked.

He turned to me. "I've decided to go to the Silent Brothers for treatment."

"But—"

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