After midnight.
Chapter 1- Call me Kit.
"Hey Kit, I don't know what you're doing in there but its time for dinner." Emma Carstairs voice rung out from the other side of Kit's door. Christopher Rook-no Christopher Herondale- stifled down a wave of rage. He hated them, all of them, especially the blond girl standing outside his door.
"He isn't going to come out Emma. He's been in there for six hours and 22 minutes exactly. He came out to take the clothes you gave him and went back inside.", said a quiet voice. Kit sat up straight. He recognized that voice. It bought back memories- a blade against his throat, thick black eyelashes against steel gray eyes. He wouldn't mind going back to that time; warn his father of what they were up against, save his life.
"Why don't you go ahead. I'll get him out.", said Tiberius Blackthorn. Through the oak door Kit could hear Emma's hesitant agreement. It wasn't until he could hear Emma's footsteps did the doorknob turn and the black-haired boy himself come in.
"It supposed to be locked." , Kit said not caring about the poison in his voice. "No door is ever locked to a Shadowhunter.", came the curt reply. Kit's face, despite the morning's events flushed. He wanted the shadowhunters to see him on his feet, ready to fight them of if he needed to, not sitting at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. "You know I'm really hungry, if you don't come out we both are going to starve." Tiberius' matter-of -fact tone was enough to make Kit blink out of surprise.
"You don't need to be here."
"I kind of do. What if another Mantid attacks or worse-what if someone tries to hold a blade to your throat, that's my department. "
"Then Tiberius, I'd question the security of this hellhole.", Kit tried to put some scorn into it but a grin was slowly spreading across his face. There was something about this new boy that made him smile. To his surprise Tiberius smiled back. Though Kit had thought Tiberius was beautiful before, his smile lit up his entire face- it was so innocent, like a baby's first memory. His gray eyes lit up and his cheeks showed the ghost of .
Tiberius put his hand out. "And for the record, call me Ty. Everyone calls me that."
"Fine, but call me Kit.", he said taking Ty's hand.