Isabelle POV
After I arrived in London, a...not at all frantic-looking Clary found me in front of what must have been Buckingham Palace. It was old and Grand looking, and had a strong sense of Nobility circling around it. Of course, my amazement at the structure and beautiful gardens were soon interrupted, as I said before, a strangely calm Clary.
I narrowed my eyes are she approached me with blank face. It was strange, really, and didn't quite sit well with me. Unless...was it worse than we thought? Could Jace be… dead….? No! I couldn't think that, I have to have faith in him. But still unable to shake my nerve-racking fear I asked, "Hey… Clary? Are you okay? Is there anything you want to tell me? It's just me, okay…?"
Clary looked back at me with a surprised face. "Wait..what? Oh… right,...yeah. Let's go investigate the scene." And with that, she simply turned away on her heels, Hair flowing in the wind.
Clary POV
It was cold. It was damp and cold, and I was hungry. I guess I should mention in while I'm complaining here, it's also dark. Damp, Cold and Dark. Great!
Growl
Oh yeah. How could I forget, Hungry.
It appeared as though I was tied up because my wrists and ankles were aching. The cement under me was… guess…. bingo! Cold.
The piece of cloth across my eyes was blocking all view, but my ears weren't covered.
Wait… how did I get here? And….
WHY AM I ONLY THINKING THIS NOW?!
Where is Jace? Is he okay? I needed to find him, as soon as possible. I struggle against the ropes, probably getting all sorts of cuts and bruises in the process.
Next thing I know, I hear footsteps coming toward me. I blink and unconsciously hold my breath.
Then I hear a lock and the sound of scraping metal, almost like opening a door.
I freeze.
Oh Hell.
Magnus POV
Alec was obviously worried sick, but he was putting on a wearing, tried fake smile. For me.
I sighed as a waitress approached our secluded booth near the back of the totally regular restaurant. Surprise, I know.
I also knew that Alexander was on edge, simply freaking out.
"Alexander, is the person at that table over their more interesting than I am? I should hope not, but then again, that's impossible. I am the most interesting person in existence."
A nonchalant mask was quickly pasted on my face as Alec looked back at me, shocked.
"Well I —"
Alec stopped talking mid sentence as our young waitress arrived at the table, successfully navigating her way though the restaurant.
"Hello. My name is Grace, and I will be your waitress for today. What would you like to order?"
Now, I'm aware that the poor girl was only doing her job, but unfortunately, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Because right at that moment is when Alexander decided to let out his great stress, and, well, annoyance.
"I sorry," my dear lover sneered, "But I don't recall telling you that I was ready to order. Aren't you supposed to ask what I would like to drink first?"
The waitress girl, Grace, I believe her name was, looked shocked at such sudden and well, rude behavior.
"Well, I did, but…"
Alec interrupted. "No. I don't believe you did. Now, leave us. And expect money off your tip."
The girl looked like she wanted to say more, but she quickly turned around before she did something that might affect her payment more than it already was being affected.
I glanced at my annoyed lover, and sighed.
Well. This is going to be a long night…..
Isabelle POV
I exhaled, settling myself down on the couch. I was tired. We spent a long time looking for clues, Clary giving nearly no hints to her strange actions.
It was weird, really. You think she would be much more worried, but she was absolutely fine. I picked up a remote and turned on our hotel TV.
I looked at a few channels before I decided that there was nothing on I wanted to see. I got into my bed. And looked over at Clary's bed, which was currently empty. The lights were off and darkness covered the room.
The only light in sight was the same sliver from under the bathroom door.
I started to fall asleep, but not before I heard what must have been several hours later, a soft, wicked laughter coming from the bathroom.
With one last look at the sliver of light before everything went black, and
Isabelle couldn't help but wondering if that's what her future looked like….
