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Alec couldn't allow himself to think. Couldn't allow himself to feel the panic that was ripping at his insides. The hand rubbing against the inside of his wrist was enough to make Alec's mind scream. He didn't want to be touched. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Alec took a shuddering breath as Terrace gently pulled him behind a thick, deep blue curtain and then down a narrow hallway.
Alec observed the two Fays in the deepest corner of the hallway- kissing and touching in ways that would have had Alec blushing months before. Terrace whispered, "This way, little Shadow-hunter."
Alec smirked in the darkness as Terrace softly pulled Alec into a room and closed the door. He heard a muted click as Terrace locked them in the room. He didn't allow Alec a second to breathe- simply pinned him against the wall, ducked his head to Alec's neck and began to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat. Alec shut his eyes tightly as those lips and those hands roamed across his body. He tried to force himself to relax as he made his hands grip Terrace's muscular shoulders.
You have to focus, Alec demanded, he'll kill you if you don't stay focused.
He let the breath he had been holding out in a heavy gust, which Terrace took as a good sign. He chuckled throatily and expertly brushed his lips across Alec's. And when Terrace licked teasingly, Alec opened his mouth and turned his mind off. He ignored all feeling and all thoughts as he poured himself into the kiss.
He distracted Terrace as best as he possibly could as he allowed his pale, long fingers to push and pull restlessly at Terrace's shirt. He pressed his body against Terrace's and when Terrace pulled away and laughed breathlessly, Alec let a low growl slip past his now swollen lips. Terraced nipped at Alec's jaw before saying, "Hmm…maybe you aren't as smug as I first thought you were."
Alec hummed sexily as he ran his strong palms down Terrace's back and squeezed his bottom. Alec crudely yanked at Terrace's hips until the two men were flush against one another. Once Alec was sure Terrace could support his weight, he twisted his long legs across Terrace's waist and knotted his fingers through the silky, blonde hair. He scrapped his teeth across Terrace's strong jawline and murmured the dirtiest thing he could think of in that heated moment.
He could feel how aroused Terrace was and- regardless of how disgusted his mind was- Alec's body was aroused just as badly. Terrace grunted in a constricted way just as Alec demanded heatedly, "Sofa. Now."
Terrace kept a firm hold on Alec's upper thighs and carried him across the dark room before slamming Alec against the bed. Alec chuckled darkly as Terrace climbed on top of his body and ripped Alec's shirt hard enough that the fabric tore. He reared up and shoved at Terrace's chest before snarling, "Lay down. I do what I want with you first."
Alec couldn't read Terrace's facial expression very well without light, but he could read the Fay's body language- this man was thinking of only one thing. Alec threw his leg over the muscular body beneath him and showered stinging bites and heavy scratches to the Fay's sides. Terrace was a breathless and restless mess after several minutes. Alec reached up with his right hand and rubbed teasingly over Terrace's lap before smoothly undoing the Fay's belt. As he jerked roughly at the Fay's pants, he pulled the dagger from his ankle holster with his other hand.
Faster than a viper, Alec lashed across the Fay's throat. He could feel blood spray upward and cover Alec's naked chest and face. He listened to the sounds of the Fay's last dying breaths as the body struggled in a blind panic. He murmured, "You shouldn't have killed innocent mundanes."
He didn't bother looking for his shirt- it was torn to bits and probably laying on the blood-soaked sofa. Alec turned away from the dead body and calmly walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. He reached the dark blue curtain and heard the booming music suddenly cut off. He heard an angry yell from Isabelle, which caused his heart to skip a beat. He torn past the curtain with his dagger gripped in his bloody palm. The dance floor was no longer packed with Downworlders- they were circled around Jace and Isabelle, who were armed to the teeth with weapons and standing within the dangerous circle.
A warlock with sinister horns and a vicious, poisonous tail was harshly demanding, "What are Shadow-hunters doing here?!"
Isabelle stated heatedly, "You all know that mundanes are not to be touched. When you break the truce with the Clave, we follow through with the punishment of death."
"And who has broken that rule?" A witch came forward from the crowd and got too close to Alec's siblings for his liking. She hissed, "Shadow-hunters abuse their power. Leave this place!"
Jace snorted and stated, "We will leave once our job is finished."
The warlock with the sinister horns snarled, "You will leave now before my hospitality wears thin."
Alec strolled forward, knocking shoulders with a witch as he entered the circle. Eyes were watching him in shock and anger from all around. His naked chest was painted with blood as was his face- his palms were dipped in thick blood and his knife was glowing brightly and eerily. He heard gasps of outrage a moment before a small, elfish Fay stepped forward. She exclaimed, "That's the Shadow-hunter that's taking out all of the vampires!"
Alec tossed a smirk her way before coming to stand beside his siblings. Jace said, "Well, I assume the job is done judging by the amount of blood all over you."
"By the Angels," Izzy exclaimed tightly, "What did you do? Bathe in his blood?"
Alec sighed, "I had to get closer than I wanted to, but it's done." He cast his eyes over the darkened room and the sea of Downworlders. He raised his voice as he deeply said, "There was a Fay that killed two male mundanes. His punishment was death, which I have now delivered."
Anger broke out as voices began to swirl together.
"Who have you murdered?!"
"What is this!? Gandmere, kill these children!"
"How dare you ignorant beings do this?"
The voices silenced as the warlock named Gandmere snarled, "Fine. Your job is done. We will bring this issue to the damn Clave ourselves. Who have you killed?"
Alec answered emotionlessly, "Terrace. He is in the third lounge-room behind the curtain. He was attempting to lure me in and kill me as well."
"Of course," Jace laughed, "That didn't work, as we all can see."
The fuming witch standing beside Gandmere stepped forward and hissed, "A mighty Shadow-hunter mating with a lowly Downworlder? How far the lovely Angels have fallen."
Alec raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
She spoke again, "Do not deny it. I saw Terrace walk to your table, Angel-Warrior. This is not an evenhanded punishment- you came here with the intent to seduce and kill one of us."
Gandmere cocked his head to the side and eyed Alec before saying, "You have made the vampires forever your enemy, Alexander Lightwood. And now, you have made us your enemy as well. I believe the Queen will be just as angry as we are that you have killed one of her children. The only ones you have not crossed are the wolves, but I'm sure you will manage that as well."
Alec shrugged one shoulder and lowly said, "I welcome all challenges."
Gandmere smiled threateningly, "I most certainly offer a challenge, boy."
Alec's voice was still chillingly void of emotion as he answered, "Valentine offered a challenge to me as well. And you all know where he is now."
The room filled with unease as Alec whispered, "No matter, though, I'm willing to oblige you."
Alec abruptly whirled around, flung his arm outward, and watched coolly as the small group of Downworlders standing at the doors was thrown backward. Their bodies stayed pinned to the wall by invisible forces, which left the room murmuring questioningly. Jace and Isabelle were intently switching between watching the enemies surrounding them and watching their brother in appalled shock. Alec demanded, "Get out now. Both of you, go."
After a slight hesitation, Jace and Isabelle darted for the exit. Alec followed closely and swiftly behind them while keeping his focus on the power he was using. He could feel his energy draining from his body like water from a faucet as they rushed across the street. As they ran, Isabelle yelled, "What was that, Alexander?"
Alec knew what just happened could not be changed and he knew he couldn't undo what his siblings had just witnessed. As they slowed to a brisk walk and turned the nearest corner, Alec sighed.
"When I killed Valentine that night..." Alec swallowed the lump rising in his throat and said, "…It wasn't because I was lucky. I spent weeks before the battle studying a book of spells. I've developed skills with magic."
