By Portal, the trip was swift and instant. Jonathan stalked through first, saying briskly as they appeared on the other side, "now Cyn, wait outside. I'll be just a moment."

Cynthia stopped dead as they faced a lone mansion, frowning lightly- where were they? It looked like Idris from the greenery and size of the house. She rolled her eyes as the demon boy stalked towards it, frowning as someone else joined them through the Portal. The girl was tall, very pretty with dark auburn hair that fell in heavy curls around her face. Her eyes were as dark as Jonathan's own. Cynthia arched a brow as she stopped dead at the sight of her, blinking a few times as she asked, "who are you-?"

A pause. "Cynthia," she replied slowly, watching the girl's eyes widen in realization, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh! Miss. Darkstone! Apologies, I've never seen a picture of you. Sebastian doesn't show anyone that one in your locket."

"And who are you?"

"Whitetree. Hanna Whitetree."

A warlock. She had to be. Cynthia could see the tail of a white tiger behind her.

Cynthia nodded to the mansion. "What is he doing?"

Hanna's smile was fixed upon her face now. "Cleaning up loose ends." As if on cue, a scream echoed from the mansion and a moment later, it was cut off. As if stabbed in the throat. The person probably had been, Cynthia realized.

When Jonathan walked out, his hands were stained with red, as was his left cheek. He stopped before Cynthia with a smile upon his face, asking cheerfully, "all done."

Cynthia wanted to demand just why he'd slaughtered this Shadowhunter, but chose not ask. He merely walked past them both and back through the Portal. With a blink, the blonde followed, calling after him, "Jonathan?"

"Yes?"

"You're covered in blood." Cynthia caught his left wrist and yanked it back, gazing at the cut that was staining his cuff red. She sighed as he frowned out, "I didn't even realize he'd caught me."

"Stay," Cynthia ordered, snagging the demon boy's stele from his back pocket, scrawling an iratze next to the wound, ignoring his stares. She let him go as the wound healed up, muttering out, "you need to be more careful." Cynthia took a step backwards, not meeting Jonathan's midnight eyes as he gazed at her unblinkingly. She cleared her throat before pushing on ahead, stepping back through the Portal.

As soon as she came out the other side, she frowned- the location had changed. Cynthia didn't recognize the place at all. For one thing, it was snowing. And heavily too.

"Ah, Moscow," Jonathan grinned, looking to Cynthia as he added, "you look freezing cold."

Cynthia who was still in her t-shirt and jeans nodded, shivering violently. "I am." Jonathan didn't even bother turning to Hanna as she walked through the Portal, simply saying, "Give Cynthia your coat."

The warlock obeyed without question, handing over her coat to Cynthia. She felt guilty as she pulled it on, suddenly understanding why Jonathan was wearing such thick clothes like his black jacket that was zipped all the way up, a scarf twined around his neck in the pattern of checked black and white. Upon seeing her look at it, he unwound it from his neck and stepped over to Cynthia, wrapping it around her neck and tucking it in. The scarf was warm and smelt like him. She never wanted to give it back.

Glancing down, she saw he'd pulled on a pair of gloves to combat the chill. He wiggled her fingers for her to take and she did, knowing this time she wouldn't burn him. It was fading, but still there. At least she could touch and hold him for next to ten minuets before having to pull away.

Cynthia didn't know Moscow at all. Nor speak Russian. So it amused her when they ended up at a little apartment on the outskirts, allowing the demon boy to buzz them in, speaking fluent Russian.

"I didn't know you could speak Russian," Cynthia laughed as he pushed the door open, the top apartment of the entire block. She wondered just why they were here.

Jonathan snorted, uttering a line of words Cynthia didn't understand. She followed him inside, glancing around- the place wasn't big. One bedroom with a single bed, a small kitchen and living room, plus bathroom. As she strolled over to the wide, sweeping windows, pulling the curtains back, she realized they had a spectacular view of Moscow. The snow was falling even heavier now, and some was still in Jonathan's hair, mingling with the natural whiteness.

There was a light whirr as the heating was cranked up. Arms creeped around her waist, chin resting atop her head as she was tugged close.

"What did you say a moment ago?"

"I said," he murmured into her ear, "that I had missed you." Jonathan pressed a kiss to her cheek, making Cynthia giggle out, "You'll burn your lips."

"Then let them burn."

Cynthia trailed her fingers up until they brushed his arms, resting the back of her head against his chest, closing her eyes lightly. Such peace. She'd never felt it like this before. Just the pair of them alone with Hanna now gone. Swiftly, she turned in his arms, breathing out before she could stop herself. "Take off your jacket."

A moment of silence, and then Cynthia stood back as Jonathan tugged his jacket open, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor, leaving him in his jeans and black t-shirt. "Now the t-shirt," she ordered. Jonathan didn't even bother hesitating as he obeyed, the t-shirt falling to the floor. Cynthia tossed the borrowed coat aside, yanking her own t-shirt over her head. Jonathan watched with appreciative eyes, telling the girl "I like what you've done to your hair. A whole new Cynthia."

"And what about you?" Cynthia replied, trailing her fingers across his toned stomach, satisfied to feel it react to her touch. The whole idea that she had such an effect on Jonathan made her feel... special. She took a hold of his waist and backed them up until they reached the wide black leather sofa, shoving roughly so he fell backwards onto it with a light thump.

"I've not changed much," Jonathan shrugged as she seated herself atop his hips. Cynthia didn't even bother replying as she leaned down, crushing her lips to his own, knowing the clock was against them. For a minuet they kissed passionately, but then Cynthia's lips left his own, moving past his jaw and down the side of his throat, carrying on further and further down his chest until she reached his navel, murmuring out just above it, "you have no idea how much I want you right now. It… hurts."

Cynthia had never realized just how perfect his body was before. It was toned, hard in all the right places with just the right amount of muscle showing. There were two indents almost where his hips were, dipping past the waistband of his jeans. She found her fingers running themselves over them, a light groan in her throat. It was practically sinful, the way he made her feel. Just his body alone was enough to make her heart truly race against her chest, stomach clenched tight with wanting. But that Cynthia wanted, she couldn't have. And she was frustrated. With a growl, her lips pressed a kiss to the narrow line of white hair that ran from navel to inside his jeans, almost invisible unless you were looking close. It was as soft as down from a bird. Silky and soft.

With a playful grin about her lips, Cynthia's teeth caught the top button of Jonathan's jeans, forcing herself not to laugh as he froze from shock, but didn't push her away. She gave up and laughed against the metal button, "from what I can feel under these jeans, demon boy, you want me as much as I do you."

Jonathan groaned and rested his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he breathed out, "you win this round. But I'm warning you now- as soon as that fire is faded away, you're not allowed to leave my room until I say you can."

Damn Cynthia just thought, not adverse to the idea at all. She climbed off him now and stood up, gazing down at Jonathan as she told him, "I'm taking the bed. You can stay here."

"You can have the sofa," he grumbled, sitting up. "It's my bed."

"Tough," Cynthia went sweetly, leaning down and pecking a kiss to his cheek before turning around and heading into the bedroom, undoing her bra and tossing it back at him, smirking out, "there. You can sleep with that for tonight."

To Jonathan's disappointment, she shut the door before he could see anything.

He wasn't complaining though. His plans were running smoothly and he had Cynthia back.

For now, all was well.