She turned back to Simon, taking a deep breath. “All right,” she said. “Here’s what you have to know.”
The sun had slipped entirely past the horizon, and the porch was in darkness by the time Clary stopped speaking. Simon had listened to her lengthy explanation with a nearly impassive expression, only wincing a little when she got to the part about the Ravener demon. When she was done speaking, she cleared her dry throat, suddenly dying for a glass of water. “So,” she said, “any questions?”
Simon held up his hand. “Oh, I’ve got questions. Several.”
Clary exhaled warily. “Okay, shoot.”
He pointed at Jace. “Now, he’s a—what do you call people like him again?”
“He’s a Shadowhunter,” Clary said.
“A demon hunter,” Jace clarified. “I kill demons. It’s not that complicated, really.”
Simon looked at Clary again. “For real?” His eyes were narrowed, as if he half-expected her to tell him that none of it was true and Jace was actually a dangerous escaped lunatic she’d decided to befriend on humanitarian grounds.
“For real.”
There was an intent look on Simon’s face. “And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?”
Clary gnawed her lower lip. “So I hear.”
“And you kill them, too?” Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects.
“Only when they’ve been naughty.”
For a moment Simon merely sat and stared down at his feet. Clary wondered if burdening him with this kind of information had been the wrong thing to do. He had a stronger practical streak than almost anyone else she knew; he might hate knowing something like this, something for which there was no logical explanation. She leaned forward anxiously, just as Simon lifted his head. “That is so awesome,” he said.
Jace looked as startled as Clary felt. “Awesome?”
Simon nodded enthusiastically enough to make the dark curls bounce on his forehead. “Totally. It’s like Dungeons and Dragons, but real.”
Jace was looking at Simon as if he were some bizarre species of insect. “It’s like what?”
“It’s a game,” Clary explained. She felt vaguely embarrassed. “People pretend to be wizards and elves, and they kill monsters and stuff.”
Jace looked stupefied.
Simon grinned. “You’ve never heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”
“I’ve heard of dungeons,” Jace said. “Also dragons. Although they’re mostly extinct.”
Simon looked disappointed. “You’ve never killed a dragon?”
“He’s probably never met a six-foot-tall hot elf-woman in a fur bikini, either,” Clary said irritably. “Lay off, Simon.”
“Real elves are about eight inches tall,” Jace pointed out. “Also, they bite.”
“But vampires are hot, right?” Simon said. “I mean, some of the vampires are babes, aren’t they?”
Clary worried for a moment that Jace might lunge across the porch and throttle Simon senseless. Instead, he considered the question. “Some of them, maybe.”
“Awesome,” Simon repeated. Clary decided she had preferred it when they were fighting.
Jace slid off the porch railing. “So are we going to search the house, or not?”
Simon scrambled to his feet. “I’m game. What are we looking for?”
“We?” said Jace, with a sinister delicacy. “I don’t remember inviting you along.”
“Jace,” Clary said angrily.
The left corner of his mouth curled up. “Just joking.” He stepped aside to leave her a clear path to the door. “Shall we?”
Clary fumbled for the doorknob in the dark. It opened, triggering the porch light, which illuminated the entryway. The door that led into the bookstore was closed; Clary jiggled the knob. “It’s locked.”
“Allow me, mundanes,” said Jace, setting her gently aside. He took his stele out of his pocket and put it to the door. Simon watched him with some resentment. No amount of vampire babes, Clary suspected, was ever going to make him like Jace.
“He’s a piece of work, isn’t he?” Simon muttered. “How do you stand him?”
“He saved my life.”
Simon glanced at her quickly. “How—”
With a click the door swung open. “Here we go,” said Jace, sliding his stele back into his pocket. Clary saw the Mark on the door—just over his head—fade as they passed through it. The back door opened onto a small storage room, the bare walls peeling paint. Cardboard boxes were stacked everywhere, their contents identified with marker scrawls: FICTION, POETRY, COOKING, LOCAL INTEREST, ROMANCE.
“The apartment’s through there.” Clary headed toward the door she’d indicated, at the far end of the room.
Jace caught her arm. “Wait.”
She looked at him nervously. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know.” He edged between two narrow stacks of boxes, and whistled. “Clary, you might want to come over here and see this.”
CITY OF BONES
CASSANDRA CLARE's books
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