“Not exactly.” Simon moved away from the door. “I mean, sort of. He’s in there with a friend of mine.”
The person, who had just reached him, stopped and stared. Simon could see that she was a girl, about sixteen years old, with smooth light brown skin. Her brown-gold hair was braided close to her head in dozens of small braids, and her face was nearly the exact shape of a heart. She had a compact, curvy body, wide hips flaring out from a smaller waist. “That guy from the bar? The Shadowhunter?”
Simon shrugged.
“Well, I hate to tell you this,” she said, “but your friend is an asshole.”
“He’s not my friend,” said Simon. “And I couldn’t agree with you more, actually.”
“But I thought you said—”
“I’m waiting for his sister,” said Simon. “She’s my best friend.”
“And she’s in there with him right now?” The girl jerked her thumb toward the door. She wore rings on each of her fingers, primitive-looking bands hammered out of bronze and gold. Her jeans were worn but clean and when she turned her head, he saw the scar that ran along her neck, just above the collar of her T-shirt. “Well,” she said grudgingly, “I know about asshole brothers. I guess it’s not her fault.”
“It’s not,” said Simon. “But she’s maybe the only person he might listen to.”
“He didn’t strike me as the listening type,” said the girl, and caught his sidelong look with a look of her own. Amusement flickered across her face. “You’re looking at my scar. It’s where I was bitten.”
“Bitten? You mean you’re a—”
“A werewolf,” said the girl. “Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole’s sister.”
“But you weren’t always a werewolf. I mean, you weren’t born one.”
“Most of us aren’t,” said the girl. “That’s what makes us different than your Shadowhunter buddies.”
“What?”
She smiled fleetingly. “We were human once.”
Simon said nothing to that. After a moment the girl held her hand out. “I’m Maia.”
“Simon.” He shook her hand. It was dry and soft. She looked up at him through golden-brown eyelashes, the color of buttered toast. “How do you know Jace is an asshole?” he said. “Or maybe I should say, how did you find out?”
She took her hand back. “He tore up the bar. Punched out my friend Bat. Even knocked a couple of the pack unconscious.”
“Are they all right?” Simon was alarmed. Jace hadn’t seemed perturbed, but knowing him, Simon had no doubt he could kill several people in a single morning and go out for waffles afterward. “Did they get to a doctor?”
“A warlock,” said the girl. “We don’t have much to do with mundane doctors, our kind.”
“Downworlders?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Someone taught you all the lingo, didn’t they?”
Simon was nettled. “How do you know I’m not one of them? Or you? A Shadowhunter or a Downworlder, or—”
She shook her head until her braids bounced. “It just shines out of you,” she said, a little bitterly, “your humanity.”
The intensity in her voice almost made him shiver. “I could knock on the door,” he suggested, feeling suddenly lame. “If you want to talk to Luke.”
She shrugged. “Just tell him Magnus is here, checking out the scene in the alley.” He must have looked startled, because she said, “Magnus Bane. He’s a warlock.”
I know, Simon wanted to say, but didn’t. The whole conversation had been weird enough already. “Okay.”
Maia turned as if to go, but paused partway down the hall, one hand on the doorjamb. “You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?” she asked. “His sister?”
“If he listens to anyone, it would be her.”
“That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.”
“Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious.”
3
THE INQUISITOR
THE FIRST TIME CLARY HAD EVER SEEN THE INSTITUTE, IT HAD looked like a dilapidated church, its roof broken in, stained yellow police tape holding the door closed. Now she didn’t have to concentrate to dispel the illusion. Even from across the street she could see it exactly as it was, a towering Gothic cathedral whose spires seemed to pierce the dark blue sky like knives.
Luke fell silent. It was clear from the look on his face that some kind of struggle was taking place inside him. As they mounted the steps, Jace reached inside his shirt as if from habit, but when he drew his hand out, it was empty. He laughed without any mirth. “I forgot. Maryse took my keys from me before I left.”
“Of course she did.” Luke was standing directly in front of the Institute’s doors. He gently touched the symbols carved into the wood, just below the architrave. “These doors are just like the ones at the Council Hall in Idris. I never thought I would see their like again.”
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