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A/N First story! Be nice! Possible Spoiler Alert!
"You were the only one I could come to."
"Now what was it you needed, Mr. Herondale?" Magnus Bane asked sitting upright. I sighed, "it's about Tessa." Magnus chuckled. He chuckled. "The shape shifter? If your asking me if she's a warlock I'm almost 100% sure, don't try to mess with it." My eyes widen and the corners of Magnus mouth slightly raised. I'm about to say a quirky comeback, but I can't bring myself to it. "How'd you know?" As hard as I try not to make people think I see her no more than I would see anyone else, Magnus had a way.
"The way you look at her. She looks at you the same you know." Magnus said, examining his dark nails. He stroked a fluffy cat that strode past him. "Listen, I need to know. Is she really a warlock?" I asked, a knot in my stomach twisting more and more. "I said it at the party and I'll say it again. Count on it." Magnus said, fury taking over. I controlled myself, though. "She's not marked as you are. She has no wings, her eyes are regular, she's a human from head to toe!" I exclaim, tears stinging my eyes. I stare at the fire, trying not to loose myself. "Is she? You know her that well after so little time? Unless you love her?" Magnus was really pushing it. "I've never loved anyone. The only people I care about is my family at the Institute. Jem, Charlotte, Henry. That's it," I lied, trying not to show any emotion. "You lie."
I finally loose it. "I'm NOT lying! I can't care! It's a fact!" I scream, my tears splashing on the soft rug. "I've lost too much." I whisper shielding my face in my hands. Magnus just stares then leans a bit too close to me. "You have no clue how long I've lived and how much I've lost. I'm helping you even though you made me loose Camille. You think you've lost a ton? Try being me." Magnus hissed quietly into my ear. "I've lost everything."
The feeling of vulnerability takes over and sobs escape my throat where they'd been held so long. I think of Tessa and how I've hurt her. I think of how Jem is at the Institute dying slowly. I cannot do anything about it. "I think," said Magnus. "That I've helped you enough, have I not?" I managed to shake my head. I straighten and stand up from my kneeling position on the floor. I walk through the house and to the doorway.
The butler looks aggravated that I'm dirtying the house with my tears. Although, I do not care. "Goodbye." I choke out between sobs and I slam the door shut behind me. Then, quickly run back into the room where Magnus was. "No one speaks of this." I snarl, then I trudge back out into the rainy streets of London.
I walk into our carriage. "How come you took so long?" Sophie asked harshly, inspecting my puffy eyes and red nose. "None of your business. Let's just leave." I reply and head to the back of the carriage thinking only one thing.
What has happened to me?