The following day Emma spent with Cristina. To be honest she didn't know how she ended up there. Emma had been in the training room throwing knives when she came in.
"So you're up?" Emma spun around. "Please, don't throw that." She looked at her raised hand clutching a knife.
"Sorry", Emma muttered in response and turned back. The next knife hit its target perfectly.
"If you're up, then where's Jules?"
Emma sighed and turned back to Cristina again. "I don't know, alright?"
"Hey, just asking." Cristina sat down on a bench. "He was really worried about you, you know?"
"I know. We're parabatai. That's what we do, worry about each other."
"I may not have a parabatai myself, but I know that if I had he or she wouldn't be that worried. Jules lay beside you for two days. Didn't move."
Emma's heart hurt by her words. What if he thinks he's ruined everything now? Why couldn't he just have waited for her to talk? To let her tell him she wanted to be with him.
"I know."
Cristina had been sitting there, watching her until she lay down her knives and went to change.
When she came out from her room again, Cristina sat in the corridor.
"Hi", Cristina said and tried with a smile. When Emma didn't return it she dropped it. "I would want to talk to you."
All Emma could think was; Hope she doesn't know about the kiss.
She knew Cristina and Jules were more than friends and the last thing Emma wanted was a conflict between the two of them. They were just fine with ignoring each other.
"What is it?" Emma asked.
"Honestly, I just wanna talk to you, like a friend. I've been here for months and haven't really talked to you at all."
"Okay."
Cristina raised her eyebrows. "Okay?"
"What do wanna do?"
Cristina's smile got back and she linked her arm with Emma. "Café?"
"Café."
And that's where they were now, sitting on a café in a park.
"And now my parents want me to marry him", Cristina told Emma. Emma had asked her about her family and now Cristina had told her practically her life story. Not that she minded, Cristina was a good storyteller. Drama all over. Her parents really cared about her, but she thought they cared too much sometimes. For example, they wanted her to end up with a decent guy, and to help her they'd even picked one out. "He's cute, yes, but I don't want one just handed over to me."
"Why don't you tell them?"
"Ugh, they'd be so disappointed. I guess that's part of the reason I was so happy I'd finally leave México. So wouldn't have to face them. I guess it wouldn't be too bad though. It's not like they've talked to the guy or anything, but they expect me to."
"And he lives in México too?" Emma asked. She took a sip of her coffee which was almost cold now. They'd been sitting there for an hour.
"Yep. But let's talk about you now. How are things going with Dylan?"
She sighed and looked down on her hands resting on the table. "I like him, I really do, but I don't know if I can be with a mundane. You know what happened. It's just good luck he didn't get hurt there and then."
"No, he didn't get hurt because you protected him."
"But the ravener wouldn't have been there if I wasn't."
Cristina looked her in the eyes and reached over the table to hold her hands. "You know as well as I do that that doesn't have to be true. It's good luck that you were there. That's what it is."
"But why was it there?"
"That's why we're shadowhunters, right? To figure these things out?"
Emma grimaced. "I'm kinda here for the fight."
I know the last couple of chapters have been really short, but I'm updating sooner than before, heh?