Elias hadn't always resented the Clave, but with each passing year her distaste for their Laws and petty politics grew stronger and stronger. Even now, when they were discussing defense plans for the Institute, she wanted to shake them all awake to what was going on around them.
"We should call the families back to the Institute," one of the old politicians argued, "it's the safest place for them!" There were murmurs of agreement with just as many grumbles thrown in.
At this, Elias couldn't stay silent. "Have you ever thought of sending shadowhunters over to New York!? Considering the fact that Sebastian has made it his mission to destroy us all, I think maybe we should be cooperating with the other institutes instead of all looking out for ourselves." The entire room seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for the hurricane to hit.
"Ms. Carstairs!" The head of the institute, Robert Lightwood, looked shocked. "This is not your affair!" He gave her a scathing look.
"You're right." Elias' callous tone further startled the gathering. "I bid you good day, Mr. Lightwood." She was so mad that she stepped over to the study doors and opened them with a jerk.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Robert was standing now, face flushed with anger.
Elias whirled around to face Robert Lightwood. Her hand rested on the seraph blade sheathed in her shorts. To the other people in the room, she looked like an avenging angel. "New York. I'm going to fight instead of hiding like a rabbit. Don't worry, I'll say hi to your wife for you."
The hurricane fell.