A/N: Just the usual about Cassandra Clare and Richelle Mead owning the storyline and characters…both are amazing…etc. Hope you're enjoying the story!

Will

It was easy to get into the prison after all the guardians had run off to protect their queen from the scary warlock. Well, if you can even describe Magnus as scary.

There was only one guy left and he was easy enough to take care of. A quick blow to the head and he'd be unconscious for a good ten minutes. I only needed five.

I raced down the halls, following the map that had been included in the file Rose had given me. I sprinted round the last corner and came to a bare, white cell with metal bars in front of it. There was a pale, thin woman inside, with raven black hair.

'Hi there!' I said brightly.

She just looked up at me with blank eyes. I saw a livid, red scar on one side of her face. I didn't let it faze me.

'What do you want?' she asked

'I'm breaking you out of here,' I replied.

Surprise flickered in her eyes. 'What? Why?'

'Would you rather stay?'

'No, I just…'

I cut her off by laughing. 'I'm friends with Christian,' I explained. 'Now do you want out or not?'

'Yes,' she whispered.

I grinned and grabbed the key I'd nabbed from the guard out of my pocket. Within seconds Tasha was out and we were racing back outside. Before we left the building I handed her a big hat and shawl to disguise her.

Once she was sufficiently unrecognisable we wandered casually over towards the gates. As I'd expected there were no guards here either. All inside protecting their queen, I thought to myself. I went over to the key pad and punched in the numbers 3,8,6,9. The day before Eddie and I had gone to a guy called Adrian who had used to be involved with Rose. I could remember trailing him for Abe on more than one occasion. Anyway, after we told him we were going behind Rose's back he'd been more than willing to use a little compulsion to help us figure out a few codes and whatnot.

The gate creaked open and Tasha and I bolted down the road and leapt into a nondescript automobile called a car. I'd been in plenty since moving to the future, but they still unsettled me; not that I'd ever admit it. Christian was in the driver's seat and once we were in he made the car move forward, which I still didn't understand. Henry would get it in a heartbeat.

As we drove away, I could hear a distant alarm, signalling that a prisoner had escaped.

Silently, I grinned.