A/N: This is my POV for The Inquisitor. And in no way am I implying my own theories for the next book in this one... Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.
The Inquisitor
Such an infuriating child, that Wayland boy. Or Morgenstern. Or whatever he went by these days. Was there ever a time when he could just except that fate was against him, or did he always feel the need to break the rules? Her rules?
First, he betrayed the Clave by keeping in contact with his merciless, treacherous father. Then, he manages to break out of his prison cell in Silent City. And then to top it all off, he was able to jump over the top of her Malachi Configuration. Sometimes, he really burns her up.
Then, on the other hand, it's sort of hard not to fall for his roguish charms. It was just so easy to get caught up in his honey-like eyes, his golden skin, his sweet half smile…
Deep down, Imogen couldn't deny that she was fond of him, and not just in the familial way that a grandmother loves her grandchild.