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Cecily Herondale stared with disinterest into the distance. She wondered where Will, her brother, had gone. He seemed to leave her on her own in the most dreadful of situations although he always came back.

She stirred the frothing liquid place precariously in front of her with the curled straw before bringing herself to taste it. It tasted cool and seemingly, plastic.

Cecily fingered the pulsing ruby necklace nervously. It was getting dark and she knew that she couldn't leave the small bakery.

She didn't know enough of London to get back. Even if she did, she doubted that she would be able to work up enough courage to enter the dark city.

How she longed for the rolling green hills back in Wales, where the serene silence was as good a companion as any. Not this land of great dust and dirt, filled with the thousands.

She jolted rudely out of her reverie when a familiar sandy haired boy slipped into the adjoining seat opposite her. She scowled at him.

He broke into a smirk, his angular features making way. "Enjoying London much?"

She wisely forbade herself from answering, knowing that an angry retort was all that he was angling for. He was, at times, as infuriating as Will.

"Very," She snapped, glaring straight back at him. He had large piercing emerald green eyes, possibly like spring grass on a sunny day, if he weren't scowling at something or glaring daggers at Will.

His eyes crinkled up in amusement. Cecily had no idea whether he was baiting her or simply trying to be relatively pleasant. With Gabriel Lightwood, you could never tell.

"Well? Are you coming then? Or are you going to sit here all by your lonesome?" He held his arm out to her in a gesture of gentlemanliness.

She wasn't sure how Will knew of him in the first place, all she knew that the incident wasn't pleasant. He was more of a fiend to her brother than a friend.

She doubted that Gabriel was helping her back out of the goodness of his heart. If it were Jem, she would have obliged without a second thought. But, she didn't want to stay alone by herself no more.

"Alright," she replied, getting up and dusting her skirt although there was nothing. She ignored his outstretched hand as she turned to face him. "Lead the way."

Gabriel cocked his head to the side to look at her. "Very well," he stalked in front of her, not waiting for her to follow. He knew she would. He stopped at corner, waiting for her to catch up.

He was extremely tall, Cecily noted, although his height never bothered him in anything. He took long and graceful strides, like that of a predator stalking it prey.

"One out of ten," he told her. "You should hurry, we wouldn't to be caught in these streets after dark, would we?"

Tell me if I should do this all the way until ten out of ten.

They are all shadowhunters, just to clear it up, although what section of the book they are placed in, I'm not quite sure.

I've always hoped that Gabriel would meet Cecily earlier than expected.