Chapter One

Two feet into the room, and she stopped in her tracks. Something about the room didn't seem right. It felt like something was watching her. The problem was from where. "Probably just another one of those stupid pranks that Jace set up, and nobody's found yet," she muttered to herself as she took another forward, daggers came flying out of the wall. She backed up quickly enough to not be stabbed through the throat, but not quick enough to get away without any minor injuries. "Jace! This is so not funny!" she yelled behind her. She put her foot on the same place as where she'd stepped before that had triggered the daggers to come flying out of the wall. Several more daggers came flying out of the wall. She sighed, this was not meant as a joke, it was meant as an exercise to get someone killed.

She backed out of the room and then turned down the hall, after she slammed the door shut. "Jace Herondale!" she yelled. "Get your ass down here! Now!" she barked. She heard the light footsteps of a shadownhunter coming down the stairs. She put tips of her fingers on her throat, and pulled away when she felt warm liquid, and looked at her hand, which had blood across her fingertips. "Why the hell did you put those daggers in the wall in there?" she asked, her eyes flaring up in a fiery tawny brown as he came into the hallway where she was standing.

"Daggers?" he asked his dark golden eyes had a confused look to them. "I don't remember putting any daggers up. At least not any in the Institute."

"There's some in that room," she muttered. "And they look like your daggers."

"I–"

"I said they look like your daggers. I never said they were your daggers," she said. "Go look, but be careful, or else your head will be hung on the wall." Jace shrugged his shoulders and followed her to the door. She opened the door and stepped off to the side, "Be my guest," she said. Jace walked in, stopping right in front of the trigger. He stepped down, putting all his weight down as well, on the trigger, daggers shot out of the walls still, and he backed up gracefully and quickly, and turned toward her without a mark on him.

He held up a dagger. "These," he started, "are not my daggers. My daggers are lighter weight. And a lot shinier."

She rolled her eyes. "Whose are they then?" she demanded. "They're not mine. I don't have a shipment of them kept in my room," she said, teasing him a little.

"They don't belong to anyone who lives in the Institute," Jace said studying the dagger, his face close to the blade. "These daggers look older than most of ours, and ours are pretty old." He looked up at her, his golden hair shimmering in the sunlit doorway. "But they look close to one of your daggers, Mae," said Jace as his golden eyes flickered back to the dagger in his hand.


Hey guys! I know this chapter is a little short, but I thought the end of it would be good. Anyway, it's great to be back, sorry that I'm not on my other account anymore... But just so you know I am not Cassandra Clare, never was, never have been, never will be, all the rights go to her and her publishers. Tell me what cha guys think! Bellia out!