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Chapter 32: The Ghost Of The Past (6,1K)
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Magnus's PoV
Magnus slumped on his couch, switching on the TV just so he could have some background noise. Today was Isabelle Lightwood's wedding and a part of him couldn't stop wondering if Alec would have asked him to come with him as his date if they were still together. It had been a month since they had broken up, and Alec did not try to contact him even once. Well, he didn't try to contact Alec either.
He knew that their issues had more to do than just the belief that he might entertain an illicit affair with Kaelie. Their fight had been dormant for months, and Kaelie was just the excuse Alec used to let it all out. In a way, Magnus didn't blame him. He knew he was far from being the perfect boyfriend. He did not want to meet his parents, and he always avoided talking about himself and even more about his past.
He was thinking that maybe he should try and forget about his past, or at least leave where it belonged, and that he should take that step toward Alec. Sure he wasn't going to be open about him all of the sudden, but he could take that step that was meeting his parents and making official their. He knew that this was something that Alec desperately wanted, just as a proof that he was involved enough in their relationship. Maybe he could do this one little thing for the man he loved.
But this was another thing altogether. As the months passed, he had developed feelings of love for Alexander Lightwood, but he always refused those same feelings when they came from his lover. Mostly because he doubted the love would remain if Alec truly knew everything there was to know about him.
As he was brooding, flipping through the channels without ever setting his mind on any program, his phone rang, tearing Magnus out of his lethargy. He picked up without checking the announcer, grateful for whatever distraction it would give him, but when he heard his boss's voice, he straightened up right away.
He found it odd that Valentine called him when it was his Goddaughter's wedding day. The ceremony must probably be minutes away, and he still took the time to call him, making Magnus fear that there was some sort of emergency,
"Everything okay, boss?"
"Everything is alright. I just have been given some pieces of information that you ought to know," Valentine assured, and though his tone was benevolent, Magnus still did not relax.
"I have had this information for a while, now. But I was hoping he would change location."
"You know where he is?" Magnus anxiously said, repressing the best he could all the feelings that this sentence arose in him.
"Like I said, I have known for a while. But he is in Moscow, and it seems that he is setting up residence there. Now, I can have someone there by tomorrow if you want —" Valentine started, but Magnus immediately cut him off, shaking uselessly his head as he strongly declared,
"No! I'll do it myself. Just send me the address, and give me the next week off."
He felt Valentine hesitated on the other line of the phone, and he knew full well why. The last time he had this opportunity, he miserably blew it. But this was a thing that he needed to do, and no matter how much he owed Valentine, he didn't want some faceless man to do his job for him.
"Valentine? … Thank you," He said, not sure of what else to say.
Valentine brushed it off, before saying that he was off to see Isabelle marry her man; and Magnus got up to pour himself a glass of vodka while his laptop came to life.
Then, he sat back on his couch and looked for immediate plane tickets to Moscow. But as he selected one that would make him leave in the early evening, his heart rate started to pick. He shook it off, pouring himself another glass to find some courage, and he reasoned with himself.
He had no reason for letting his fear take over this one thing he had wanted all his life. This was the dream that helped him sleep when the nightmares came to haunt him. This was the goal he had set himself ever since he was ten. This was the reason why he couldn't be honest with Alec. He needed to do this. To move on, for closure. He needed to get over his fear.
It was with this new-found resolve that Magnus downed yet another glass of vodka, and prepared his bag for his trip abroad. But the more clothes he put in his bag, the tighter his throat felt, the harder it was for him to swallow, and the faster his stomach turned with fear.
When he was finished packing, the bottle of vodka was empty, and his nerves far from being calm. He called a cab to take him to the airport, sure that he would be able to do it. Sure that his desire for revenge was stronger than his fear of closed spaces. But as soon as he sat in the yellow car, his stomach turned so violently that he had to tell the driver to pull over so he could throw up.
It was bent in half, hurling his guts away, sweet covering every inch of his body while the cab driver awkwardly tapped his back that Magnus realised that he would not make it to Russia. No matter how much he wanted this, he never prepared his mind to take a plane, and his brain was not going to allow him to be trapped in a metal flying box for over ten hours, with no viable exits.
With defeat, he paid the cab driver for the fare he would never do, and went back to his house, drawing his sorrow with another bottle of vodka. He was getting pissed that this vengeance he had craved for, for over two decades was denied to him because of his fear. He was angry at himself for being so weak, angry at fate for putting this man out of reach, and angry at the world for being the way it was.
And suddenly, it hit him. It didn't really matter to him if he was the one behind the operation. All he wanted was his revenge, and for the man to know that he was behind it. Valentine had proposed to have someone do it for him, and at the moment, it had seemed like a preposterous idea. Now that he thought of it, with the certainty that he couldn't do it himself, it didn't seem like such a bad plan.
Still, he only trusted one person to do it, and make him feel as truly avenged, and so he pulled up his phone and called Jace. His friend did not pick up, even after Magnus insisted several times, and that's when he recalled that Jace had been invited at the Lightwood-Lewis wedding unlike him.
He grumbled under his breath, trying to find a solution to this never-ending problem when Jace finally called back. For a second, Magnus was at a loss for words, not sure of how to ask properly this of his friend; and he ended up telling him that he needed him. Jace didn't need further explanation and praised to be there as soon as he could.
While waiting for his friend, Magnus finished his second bottle trying to figure out if he wanted to drown his sorrows, or if he was hoping to find liquid courage to tell his friend why he needed him.
Jace arrived thirty minutes after his phone call, just as Magnus finished the last drop of alcohol in his glass, and for a second, the blond man did not say a word. He simply stared at his friend, taking in his surroundings and his obvious state of inebriation.
Without a word, he took the empty glass and bottle away, and came back from the kitchen with a cold glass of water, before sitting next to Magnus, silently pushing the water in front of him. Magnus took the glass, the coolness slightly sobering him, and he blurted out,
"I need a favour."
"I'm listening," Jace simply said, waiting for Magnus to go on.
"I need you to kill someone for me."
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Magnus's PoV
4 years old
Magnus was watching his mother with awe. She was painting her face, putting red on her lips and black on her eyes, but even with that, he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Especially compared to those woman in that new country they were.
He didn't like this new country, and he wished they had never left where they used to live. People didn't speak like him, didn't look like him, and made him feel all alone here. well, they would have if it wasn't for his Mama. She looked like him, they had the same eyes, like an almond she would say. They spoke the same language that great warriors spoke before she would say. She had long long black hair, that Magnus loved to play with. She was a bit more white than him, but Mama would say it was because he had to look a bit like his Daddy.
Magnus had never seen his father, and his mother rarely spoke of him. But she always smiled to Magnus when he would ask, and say that he was a king who gave her a prince. and Magnus liked that he was a prince. Even if it was just for pretend, he liked that his Mamma saw him as a prince.
Of course, all of that was before they came to that awful country. Ever since they came, his mother was sad. She would pretend that not, and smile to him, but Magnus saw that her eyes weren't happy like they were before. They were always sad. He even heard her cry the night, even when she had friends coming over and give her hugs.
The nights she cried the hardest was when the man in black came. Magnus didn't like the man in black. He scared him. It was the man in black that made them come to this new strange country and who found a small house for them. It was the man in black who made his mother cry the most and who gave her nasty booboos on her face.
"Hop! Go to your room it's time for you to go to sleep, my little prince," His mother suddenly said, putting down her brush.
"I'm not tired," He argued. His mother gave him the big eyes, and he sullenly complied, following her to his room. This was an improvement from their ordinal home. He had his own room, and his Mama even bought him a couple of toys. Before, she and he slept in the same small bed, and they shared the room with one of her friends.
With love, his Mama tucked him in bed, and kissed his forehead, "You stay in your bed, and you think of our magical island to go to sleep."
"Mamma, I want you to stay with me. I don't want you to go with him."
She smiled at him, but this was one of her new smiles that Magnus didn't like. It was a smile with sad eyes, and he missed when she would have happy eyes smiling at him.
"I tell you what when he leaves, I'll come and sleep with you? How is that?" She proposed, and Magnus vigorously approved.
But he was cut short of his usual hug by a knock on the door. His mother glanced, though the door had remained closed, and she kissed his forehead and left. Magnus quickly got up and put his ear on the door to listen. He heard the man argue about something he didn't like, before the noise of a slap echoed.
With his heart beating louder than it should, Magnus peaked the door opened, trying to see what was happening, and he saw the man in black hitting his mother before dragging her to her room. He was terrified, unsure of what to do. His Mama had told him to say in his bed, and he had a feeling that he was not meant to see any of this.
But when he heard his mother cry out in pain, he rushed to the kitchen and struggled to take a knife out of the counter, before rushing to his mother bed. He didn't want to hurt anybody, just to scare the man in black away. But when he saw the man in black on top of his mother, hurting her, all he wanted to do was doing the same.
And then, it all happened in the blink of an eye. His Mama and the man in black turned their head his way. His mother screamed at him to go back to his room, while the man laughed at Magnus, making him scream and launch at the man. Without a single effort, he took Magnus's arm and twisted it so Magnus would let the knife fall. He heard his mother plead for him, but the man slapped her so hard, she fell back on the bed. Then, the man grabbed Magnus by the hair and put him in the closet.
Magnus screamed, trying to get out of there, but no matter how hard he punched and kicked the door, it wouldn't budge. He started crying, disliking being in the total darkness and he heard the man tell his mother,
"Now, you better make me believe that you like it. Or you'll never see that squirt again!"
Magnus kicked the door again, asking to be let out, and he started panicking when he felt suddenly hot. He cried, scared out of his mind because he had problems breathing. It was so hot and so dark. He begged for the man to let him out, promising to be good, but all he heard in response was the man grunting.
And finally, the door opened. The man wickedly smiled at him, before yanking him by the hair and taking him to his own bed. Magnus screamed out of pain, a sense of dread terrorising him. He didn't know what would happen next, but it felt like bad news.
The man threw him on his bed and tore his pyjamas off. Then he flipped Magnus so he would lay face down on the bed, and he told Magnus, "Now be a good boy, or mommy is going to get hurt again."
Magnus tried to contain his tears, but he screamed at the top of his lungs when he felt the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. He tried to get away, but the man didn't let him, and only brought him more pain. Never before, Magnus had thought that he could hurt so much, even less at such a place, but the more the man moved, the more the pain came back.
After what seemed to be forever, the man left, and Magnus did not move a muscle, crying all he could, without being able to stop himself. He tried to control his sobs, but they came back even stronger each time. His backside hurt him so much that he felt he would never be able to ever sit again.
It was only a few hours later, that Magnus managed to get up, wincing in pain as he made his way to his mother. He didn't even bother trying to find new pyjamas. All he wanted was a hug from his mother, telling him that everything was going to be okay.
But when he got to her bed, she was sleeping in a weird position. Magnus shook her out vigorously, calling out her name, and she blinked awake, looking around her with confusion. Until her eyes landed on her son …
"I'm hurt, Mama," Magnus told her, tears escaping his eyes, and she burst into tears, taking him in her arms.
For a long moment, she shushed him, rocking him in her arms, before she took him to the bathroom, and gave him a hot bath that made him feel a bit better in the bum. And as she was endlessly caressing his cheek, she promised,
"I will get us out of here, my little prince."
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Magnus's PoV
10 years old
Magnus was reading n his room, when he heard his mother talk with someone else, putting all his senses in alert. It wasn't much the fact that there was someone in their house that bothered him, he had grown accustomed of their house being visited nightly by various strangers, but the fact that it was the middle of the day. The only person who ever came whenever he pleased was the man in black.
Over the years, Magnus had learnt that his name was Andrew, not that it made him any friendlier in Magnus's eyes. He hated that man with all the fibres of his body. Several times, his mother had tried to run away with him, and each time Dimitri had caught them, making her pay dearly for her impudence. And he never speared Magnus either. Soon after the incident with the knife, Andrew brought a friend with him who took great pleasure in spending time with a little boy of barely five.
Magnus always did his best to not cry, and pretend that it didn't hurt anymore because he knew how much his mother beat herself over it. He also knew that when Andrew came home, the time he was left alone was because his mother had taken it upon herself and bear more than she was supposed to, in order to spare him. All Magnus could do now, was wait for him to get stronger and bigger, so he could beat the shit out of Andrew, and take his mother away from this nightmare. Still, he could do nothing at the moment, other than biting his tongue and wait for his time.
He strained his ear, listening if Andrew had come alone, or if he was about to be used as well when he surprisingly heard that it was a woman talking. His mother and he had been living in the US for more than six years, and Magnus had never seen his mother befriend anyone. She barely smiled at the guy keeping the convenience store.
Though he knew he should give his mother at least that little moment of privacy, during which she would get to feel normal and average again, he still listened, putting aside his book. It was useless anyway, he knew that he would never learn to read properly by himself, so he should stop trying.
Surprisingly enough, he heard his mother tell about her story and what brought her to this country. She explained how she had been sold by her family, and how she had to run away in order to protect him. She explained how Andrew unexpectedly found her a few years later, buying her back from her friend's father, and how he brought her here, setting her up in this house as he told her that she owed him twice her debt. She explained how he inflated the debt when he started abusing her son because she refused to sell him the boy to wipe the sleeve clean.
Magnus silently listened, shocked that his mother who always kept everything to herself was telling all her life story to a stranger. Hell, there were even things she never told him, her own son. As she kept on talking, Magnus had the foolish hope that maybe, she would tell the other woman who was his father, but that moment never came.
When his mother was finished talking, Magnus estimated that he could leave his room, and pretend as if nothing, curious to see what the other woman looked like. And he was not disappointed when he saw that she looked like any other woman in this country. Black hair, big clear eyes, and rosy skin. The only difference he could note about her was her big belly indicating that she would soon have a baby.
For a minute, he could not take his eyes away from the prominent belly. He had rarely seen pregnant women, and he never saw one up close. He always thought it was weird that a person could be carrying and creating a whole other person in the same area where food was digested, but now that he was seeing a pregnant woman from up close, all he wanted to do was touch her stomach.
Of course, he did nothing of the sort, staying out of range and barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. She left, not without friendly waving in his direction and he went to the kitchen to drink a little water.
"Magnus … We are getting out of here. Maryse is going to help us," His mother announced, and he simply shrugged at that. They never managed to escape, so why would it be different, now? He highly doubted that a pregnant woman could help them.
He went back to his room and slumped on his bed, not really eager to rehash a conversation about their escape. In his heart, he had made peace with what they had to live night after night and was just biding his time to strike back. He couldn't understand why his mother kept on hoping again and again that they would escape. Especially since she was always the one getting beat up when they were caught.
He started drifting to sleep, though he was still conscious of his surroundings, and he jumped on his bed when he heard the front door smash open, and Andrew's voice roar with rage. He stumbled out of his room, noticing that the sun was still up, and saw the man he hated most in the world hold his mother against the wall, his hand dangerously tightened around her neck.
"Do you care to explain why I have Idris on my back all of the sudden?"
Magnus's mother suffocated, turning into an alarming shade of blue, and Andrew let her go. She felt on her knees, gasping for air as she massaged her bruised neck; but Andrew did not give her any rest, and clutched a fistful of hair, forcing her to look at him.
"I want an answer! Why do I have Valentine Morgenstern on my trail, dementing my very discreet and very secret whorehouses?"
"I have no idea," She cried, scratching Andrew's hand so he would loosen his grip. He brought her face closer to his, his face red with anger,
"You're not going to fuck this up for me! I know it was you! You're the one who's been giving me most troubles. I should have killed you years ago!"
As he said those words, he slapped her, the force of the blow making her fly across the room. Magnus rushed to her side, ignoring her plea for him to go back to his room. Andrew watched the two of them, pure fury in his eyes before a vicious smile lit his face.
"You're going to learn to behave. If knowing that your son is following your footsteps isn't enough to make you obey, I will make you watch," He darkly said, and both Magnus and his mother froze.
This was a next level vicious. This was something that Magnus had never wanted his mother to see. Sure he had learnt not to scream over the years, but that didn't mean that he didn't cry. He didn't want her to have to suffer that, after all, she had endured.
"I'm going to teach him what it means to disobey me! And if you so much as look away, I'll kill him," Andrew said, undoing his belt.
Magnus still did not move, frozen on himself, when he felt his mother hand on his. He looked at her, and she caressed his cheek, erasing his tears as she mouthed him in Japanese, "I love you."
They had never talked about it before or even thought about going separate ways, but at this right instant, Magnus knew that his mother was telling him to run. She clenched his hand, and she put something in it; and in the blink of an eye, she charged at Andrew. Magnus did not hesitate, not wanting his mother to feel like she was distracting that vicious man for nothing, and he launched at the nearest window. He ran through the streets, perfectly aware, that, though he did not come out often, he still knew his neighbourhood better than Andrew.
But just as he was about to take a corner and make his way to another street, he saw black cars driving down to his street. For a second, he was unsure of what to do. His mother's voice was telling him to run, whilst his instincts were telling him to go back. And in the end, he listened to the later, and rushed back to his place, using shortcuts.
With his heart thumping like a drum, Magnus made his way to the back door, doing his best to hear something else that his blood pumping through his veins. He glanced inside, but saw, nor heard no one. So he stepped in, and all his blood left his face. Before any notions f logic or safety came to him, he fell on his knees, screaming out his pain as he saw his mother laying on the ground, her beautiful features erased from her face, and her hair bathing in her own blood.
He felt the tears burn his eyes, but never falling, he felt his lungs calling for air, but never receiving it. All he could do was stare at his dead mother, crawling to her between sobs. He did not care when he heard the door bust open. He did not care when he heard people talking around him. He did not care for anything, but the fact that he had abandoned his mother to die by the hand of that hateful man.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder, but he did not move, taking his mother's body in his arms, his hand trembling as they neared her now absent face.
"Kid." He ignored the voice, sobbing as tears finally fell down his face. "Kid, we need to go."
"Five minutes tops before the cops show up, Val. The place is clean, we missed him."
This ought to tear Magnus out of his sorrow for a second. When he heard that there were people around him, he assumed that Andrew was still around. But now, it seemed that he simply killed his mother, and flee like a coward. And just as he realised that a wave of pure hatred surged through him.
The man by his side slightly clenched his shoulder, making Magnus snap his head at him. The other man called him Val, which meant that he was probably the Valentine Morgenstern Andrew was talking about. He was probably the man his mother was killed over. The man gently shook his head, and told him, probably sensing Magnus's sudden animosity,
"I am not the enemy, kid. I came because your mother asked me to."
"Three minutes! We need to leave now, or we will meet them on the road. And I don't want to have to explain having a corpse in the car," The other man urged.
Magnus clenched his jaw, about to scream at the man when he crouched down to pick up his mother. But when her body was taken away from him, he fully opened his hand, and the piece of paper he had been holding ever since his mother gave it to him, fell down. He picked it up, and read with difficulties,
Maryse Lightwood
Valentine Morgenstern
Clark building on 5th Avenue
Magnus assumed that the first name was the name of the pregnant woman who came earlier this day and that maybe, for once his mother had had a real plan to help them get out. Maybe he should have listened to what she had to say, and she wouldn't be dead at this moment.
"We need to leave, kid. But if you come with us, I promise you that you will get your revenge."
Magnus blinked, unbelieving. This was what he had been telling himself all his life, and in the end, the one thing he had wanted to do, he miserably failed. He didn't protect his mother. The man seemed to read his mind because he added,
"I will help. I will train and teach you all you have to know for you to get the revenge you want. But we have to leave now."
"I will get to kill him?" Magnus asked, not wanting to be robbed of that one last thing he still wanted. The man nodded, presenting his hand as he guaranteed,
"I promise."
Magnus looked deep into his eyes, and shook his hand, following him and the man holding his dead mother into a whole new world…
Don't be gross, Maryse was pregnant with Izzy. Don't let your mind go there …
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Magnus's PoV
Present day
There was a long pause after Magnus finished the tale of his childhood. He spared Jace the details of how Valentine trained him, of how Maryse helped him cope with his past the best she could, of how Jocelyn put down her foot for Valentine to provide with an education that did not involve gun and thievery.
Valentine had wanted to take him to his house, but Magnus had refused, so Valentine set up an apartment for him in Maryse's building. And despite the fact that he was ten, Magnus handled himself perfectly. The moments he liked the most were when Jocelyn came once a week to check on his reading and math progress. She reminded him of his own mother, no matter how much they looked nothing alike.
A few years after being rescued by Valentine, Magnus bought back the house he and his mother used to live in and rearranged it the way he knew his mother would have wanted it. He knew that both Valentine and Maryse thought it was odd of him, but they despite all the bad, it was also the place where he had happy memories with his mother. It was the last thing he could have of her. And he liked to think that her spirit remained in the house after she was brutally murdered there.
Finally, Jace talked, his face unreadable while his eyes were lost in space, "And it took Valentine all this time to locate this bastard?"
"No. When I was sixteen, Valentine came to me one day and told him that he had an address for Andrew. He was in Columbia, recruiting young girls there. He gave me a gun but still proposed to come with me. He bought us the tickets, made us pass the customs with our weapons, but as soon as I got on the plane, I panicked. They had to let me out to take off."
Jace nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the couch. And though Magnus knew that his friend was probably trying to assimilate everything that he just told him, he couldn't help but wish that this one the one time Jace would be a bit more expressive. He was the first person he ever told about this part of his life, Valentine and Maryse knowing by default.
He had always done his best to never tell anyone, avoiding everything that could lead to people asking about his childhood, and he was feeling that maybe he shouldn't have shared anything with Jace. Maybe his friend was repulsed by him now, or maybe he liked him better when he knew less about him. He wished that Jace wouldn't be so business right now, and showed him an actual emotion. Any motions would be better than this uncertainty.
"So, that means he's in the US right now? That Andrew guy?"
"No. But he's been staying at the same place for quite some time, and Valentine says that he's apparently settling there so … I tried to get there myself. I bought the tickets, packed a bag, but I didn't even make it to the taxi. I thought that vengeance would be stronger than my phobia, but I was wrong."
Magnus hung his head low, feeling shame that he couldn't be that simple thing to avenge his mother.
"Do you have an address?" He asked, his tone impassible. Magnus looked up, slightly confused. It almost seemed as if Jace was taking this as an assignment, and not a favour, and so he reminded him,
"Jace —"
"I would have done it without the explanation, Magnus. Don't misunderstand me, I am glad that you trust me enough to confide in me in what must be painful memories to you. But you are my friend, and I would have gone kill the man whether you would have told me why or not. I trust your judgement."
Magnus staid speechless, no expecting this. Though he had always considered himself close to Jace, he never thought that Jace trusted him as much as to not question him if a life was on the line. He watched his friend get up, straightening his suit before he looked at him,
"Do you want him to suffer?"
"I don't care. I just want him to know it was me," Magnus said because though he pictured himself pulling the trigger a million times, he never actually thought of the events leading to that moment. He always figured that he would only be satisfied in the act of killing Andrew, not in the moments leading to it.
Jace nodded and started walking away, telling Magnus, "You should hear from me in twenty-four to forty-eight hours."
"Thank you, Jace."
"Don't mention it." He was already by the door when he stopped and turned his head to Magnus, his face showing emotion for the first time ever since he came into this house, confusion. "I don't want to butt in your love life, Magnus. But if this is the thing that you never told Alec and that drove you apart, I think you should tell him. Andrew took your mother away from away, don't let him take your father. Plus, Alec would help you deal with this in a way that I can't."
Magnus didn't say anything, though Jace was right on the reason why Alec and he were no longer on speaking terms. But this was the thing, he was scared. Even he wasn't sure if he was gay or not, and he was afraid that if Alec knew about his past, he would call him on that. After all, Alec was sure and proud of his sexuality, while he still questioned himself, wondering if he liked men, or if it was just his body responding to something familiar …
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💚So, I want to say something here. yes, Magnus left when he could have stayed with his mother, but two things are important here first, he is ten years old who has been sexually abused for six years. I highly doubt (and truly hope) that none of us really knows what this feels like. Second, he never thought Andrew would kill her. He doesn't know who Valentine is yet, and this isn't the first time they are trying to run. Andrew always kept his mother alive. Beaten up, maybe, but alive. He is only ten, and though life is rough on him, his mother tried to keep a little bit of his childhood alive. This shows in this naivety he had. He saw that Andrew was beyond mad, that he was willing to make her suffer emotionally rather than physically this time, but he never imagined that his mother would pay the ultimate price.
~ Anyway, question time:
💚What did you think of Magnus's life? Are you crying? Sorry, ii know it was harsh to read.
💚Do you think Jace will be able to kill Andrew?
💚 I think it is obvious where the story is going, now, don't you think?
💚What did you think of this chapter overall? And what do you think will happen next?
💚What was your favourite part?
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
‼️FOR GUEST REVIEWERS‼️
Niamh: That was some sort of twist, though it was slightly foreshadowed ...
Padfoot: Yeah, ii hope you thoroughly enjoyed all that fluff that happened previously... Because ii am not known for being that merciful, haha (I promise I am not evil, hihi). I can't wait to read your reaction to this chapter.
Love, Mina💚💚💚