Tessa rushed down the hallway, her long skirt blowing out behind her and her hair falling free of its knot. She gathered it together so that her steps were free and she broke in to a run, it was like she was wearing the shadowhunter gear again, like when she did when she trained with Sophie. She missed Sophie, she had come to think of her as one of her closest friends. Not that she had many friends to go off, that though caught her mind as she halted to a stop outside her bedroom door. Could she really class Will and Jem as friends given their situation? She shook her head to herself pushing the door open; it was heavy and she threw her weight against it, falling into the room.

She looked around wildly for a coat, she saw her black overcoat that she had arrived in, the one that sat floor length over her usual dresses, and she knew with this it would look ridiculous but she didn't care, it didn't matter. She threw the familiar material over her shoulders, the heaviness of the cloak soft and comforting on her shoulders, she felt herself relax slightly and unclenched her balled up fists. She returned to the others and walked slowly, on purpose and shutting the door behind her.

"Tess, are you really coming?" It was Will. He stood in front of her looking flustered, his face was damp with sweat and his t-shirt so close to his skin that she could almost trace the shape and curves of his stomach, where his pale skin and runes melted into his strong shoulders, his face. Will looked at her with a look of sad concern. "Tess?"

"Will, I'm confused," Tessa said, "Isn't this drug just the same as his other, they're both killing him, what makes this one different, what makes it dangerous?" She was pleading him for the answers.

"I don't know," His voice became angrier with each syllable, " Tess, just understand that he is dying faster than before. It's killing him quicker and not making him any better, he needs the other one. You know that. This will kill him before the week is out."

She felt her breath catch, she felt as if she had been struck by one of the seraph blades, the air was pulled out of her and the stabbing pain her chest throbbed with each passing breath that filled the silence.

"He needs the yin fen to counteract this one then?"

"I don't know," He said through gritted teeth.

"Will." She sighed, her voice was welling up, she didn't know what was coming over her, the questions poured out of her mouth like the water ran through a tap, she was scared. But most of all she was confused beyond belief; she felt her face screw together as she wondered. Why?

"Just listen to me." He pressed his palms against his eyes, his jaw clenched. He stepped closer to her so that their chests were almost pressed together. She could see the frustration ooze out of him as his heavy breath fell on her face, she refused to move away from him, but then she found herself not wanting to. "It's killing him quicker, more painfully, he needs the other to make him better, or he dies." He counted the points on his fingers. She found the simplicity of the movement frustrating and careless. Like he was counting Jem's life on his fingers.

"I was listening." She continued, "There's no need to speak to me like that."

"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

"No you're not. Don't count Jem's death on your hands like it means nothing, because it means everything. Everything." She spat. Tessa felt his eyes bore into her own as she looked up at him, she had pressed against him with such a force that made him fall backwards, and he caught himself with the toe of his boot. "I'm going, I know you don't want me to and I know why, but I'm leaving whether you like it or not."

She stormed passed him, brushing shoulders as she went. Herondales were stubborn like that.

The cold breeze whipped around her, pieces of brown hair floating limply around her face, sticking to her eyelashes. The city lights poured down on her, spilling around the streets in flecks of gold and white, she squinted in the brightness of the night sky. Will walked ahead of Magnus and herself, his hands shoved into his pockets and his chin buried in the collar of his jacket. He hadn't spoken to her since before and she couldn't tell whether it was a look of complete arrogance or shame on his face, she hoped it was the latter. Magnus had his hand on the small of her back, guiding her carefully through the bustling cloud of people that seemed to be excavating the area. She knew that the mundane didn't see what they saw and she wondered what they did see. A restaurant? A bank? An abandoned home?

They stopped in front of a grand old building, with tumbling swirls of stone around the double doorway, the handles rusted and the piping a faded gold. She couldn't crane her neck far enough to see the roof and looking upwards made the building look as if it was about to topple onto her. She felt herself fall backwards away from the falling building. But it wasn't really falling, she remembered as she looked back at the doorway and the blacked out windows. She tried to peer inside, for a speck of ever present light but there was nothing, just dark squares and the distant moving of shadows and there was a thick layer of dust on the windowsill. She looked over to Will, remembering what he had once told her. He looked with a determined glare at the building. She followed his eyes and there was a fading sign, it read The Silver Inn. She huffed at the name, and walked towards the door, striding in front of the Shadowhunter.

"Are you coming?" She said impatiently.

"Let me go first," Magnus said, "They are particularly fond of me, I'm quite the legend."

"No. You're the High Warlock of Brooklyn, hardly a legend." Will sighed, letting Magnus passed, a twinkling coat of black glitter appeared as he moved out of the shadow.

"When you've lived for 800 years, you can be anything you want little Shadowhunter." He said with amusement, a smirk plastered on his face.

He opened the door, the handle heavy and hard to twist under his hand but he shoved it open with ease and strode into the room with the power that he believed he had. His head was high, his chin was raised and people turned to look at the open door. He greeted them, they were friendlier than Tessa had expected, they were laughing and joking with each other, gathering drinks from the bar and taking them back to a table of friends or their pack. There were the pale face of the vampires mostly huddled together in the far corner of the room but they were still enthused with the atmosphere of the place, the scruffy haired werewolves sat among the delicate fair folk and whatever else there was. Magnus was the only one of his kind here she noticed.

"Hurry along Tess." Will whispered into her ear, pleased with her hesitation. She felt her shoulders relax as he spoke her name in her ear, his warm breath melting the cold of her exposed neck. He took her by the wrist and led her inside.

It was warm and she shrugged in her heavy coat uncomfortably, people turned their heads to look at her and Will. She noticed some women whisper to each other as he walked by, holding her. Maybe they were staring because he was a Shadowhunter, a myth among the downworlders themselves or maybe just because he was Will. Maybe it was the eyes, Tessa wondered as she watched them observe the room. She did the same, the ceiling was high and fell away into floors of corridors and balconies that people looked over into the bar, it seemed like some sort of hotel. The levels were never ending and as she craned her aching neck she saw a gleaming silver chandelier that reflected the room below and fell floors down with silver chain drapes that hung around hundreds of tiny candles; that flickered as it swayed.

They followed Magnus to a small door at the back of the room, nestled between another taller door and a table of vampires. It's handle was the same silver as the light. She felt apprehension as she approached, she didn't know if she was scared or whether it was the adrenaline that raced through her.

This place reminded her of De Quincy's. She shuddered and felt the sudden desire to turn around and run for the door, she must have turned because Will caught her other wrist, his hands slipped down to hold her fingers lightly. "I know what it looks like," Will said with a sorry look, "We'll be out soon and I promise not to set the place on fire."

She nodded uncertainly as the small door flew open. A small man walked out, he had silver hair and eyes like Jem, he was a race that she didn't recognise and he looked at them with a funny expression as he left. A box hugged closely to his chest.

"Ah, Magnus Bane and what can I do for you?" Tessa didn't see who was speaking as Will had stood in front of her rather protectively. She tried to move around but another vampire pushed her out of his path. She remembered Simon, how was he so different?

"Well, you could give me the right drug, now that would be a start."