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Chapter 4 Jace's POV
We both crashed into the glass cabinet filled with spoils. Spoils were pieces of a Downworlder that we had killed. The first thing I thought about when I heard all the jars shattering, was that I was the one who would have to clean it up. Then I saw Isobela's face.
Her face was a mask of true horror. Her mouth hung open in disbelief and grey eyes were now black with dispare. When I followed her train of sight, I saw that she was looking at bracelets.
There were seven of them, all the same, yet all different. They all had an aura of power and all decorated in gold or silver with beads. She reached for one of them, a silver one with a charm of a white dove. She was about ten centimeters away when she flinched as if the bracelet has burnt her.
Just then, Hodge walked in, obviously being drawn in by the loud crash. He froze when he saw who I was with.
"Hello." he said to Isobela, who still sat frozen on the floor. Whe she didn't answer him, he looked questionably at me. I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing why she behaving this way.
Hodge then saw what she was looking at, "Oh, those are spoils. We're not allowed to take them anymore, but I kept these ones to show that it is true that we Nephilims can truly conquer everyone and everything." he explained proudly.
"Spoils." Isobela gasped breathlessly.
"Yes spoils are when Shadowhunters take and atribute of a Downworlder that we had overtaken and destroyed. These spoils were the bracelets of seven Swawns. The Swawns are a powerful family of Downworlders that have unlimited power. These were the only seven ever killed by anything other then another Swawn. Truth be told, we did have help from another Swawn, but she hardly counted. She told us their weakness and BAM!" he smacked his hands together, "their black, ichor blood splattered the walls."
Isobela looked as if she was going to be sick. It was then that it dawned on me, these bracelets belonged to her family members. The Swawns that Hodge was speaking of, were her family, her brothers and sisters. Looking at her face now, I saw that her expression went from sick to enraged.
As if by magic, her scares became even more pronounced and her grey eyes turned black. Her glamor was stripping away. My proof was on Hodge's face. His eyes widened at what was happening befor him. Slowly, the true Isobela Swawn stood up and turned to face Hodge.
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