Author's Note; Infernal Devices/Vampire Academy belong to Cassandra Clare/Richelle Mead. Please R&R. Hope you guys are liking the story, despite the brief chapters
Will
We met early the next night - or day for the moroi – to discuss the plan. Rose, Christian, and I sat around a wooden table situated in one of the more secluded areas of the gardens. Roses of all different colours surrounded us on three side and on the forth the moon glinted romantically off of a lake. Because no one ever visited this place the gardeners had pretty much just let it run wild, meaning the roses were high enough that no one could see or hear us.
'So,' said Rose, reluctantly. 'What exactly is your plan?'
'If someone threatened Vasilissa how many guardians would stay to watch over the prisoners?' Although Christian and Rose weren't smart enough to make the plan up themselves they had enough sense to understand the basic outline from that one sentence.
'We are not threatening my best friend and the kind of our people.' Rose glared at me.
'She wouldn't actually be in danger, though, would she?' Christian asked.
'I can't believe you're even considering this!' Rose exclaimed angrily.
'No, she wouldn't. I know someone who is very convincing when threatening people and would be able to get away with it, even if his appearance doesn't hint at that particular quality.'
'No!'
'Listen Rose,' Christian said. 'I think this could work so long as this guy would not hurt her.'
'Of course not.' I spoke in the most reassuring voice I could. 'Magnus wouldn't hurt a fly – unless it clashed with his outfit.' They both looked at me as if I were crazy.
Rose shook her head. 'The answer is still no.' And with that she flounced away, sure that we would not defy her final answer.
Oh, how wrong she was.
'So I suppose we'll have to do this ourselves.' I said to Christian.
'But Rose…'
I cut him off. 'We don't need Rose – do you want to save your aunt or not. Because if not I have a lot of other things I could be doing.'
'Okay. Let's go break my aunt out of a top security prison.' Christian stood up as if he was about to go battle all the evil in the world right at that moment.
'You might want to know the rest of the plan first,' I suggested.
'Right.' He sat back down, looking rather abashed.
'Here's what we're going to do…'