Okay. I realize it's been a month, and I'm sorry, but I suffered terribly from writer's block and fucking QUARANTINE, so you could say my life is not as it should be right now. I apologize profusely and will try to get the next chapter up sooner than later. *smacks self on head* Bad Dobby. (Sorry I had to) (I'm not really sorry)
And that was how the entire group ended up heading to the hospital that very afternoon. Tessa Gray was reading a ridiculously long book behind the desk while Will and Jem chatted behind her, laughing together over something on Will's phone.
"Oh, Christopher? He must've meant Kit Herondale. He's William's cousin."
"He could be my deranged ex Imasu's mother's cousin, and I'd still need to talk to him," Magnus said. "It's about Sebastian Verlac."
Tessa did not slam her book closed the way many people might. Instead, she dog-eared the page and then slammed it closed. She stood and marched off down the hall. Will and Jem exchanged a glance, shrugged simultaneously, and looked back down at Will's phone. Tessa returned with a young man in tow. He moved with a grace that Magnus thought seemed like a dancer, but the dance he was caught in was one of danger, of broken glass and nails.
"This is Kit Herondale, everyone," she said. "He was Sebastian's doctor."
Kit waved, his face emotionless.
"Why did you tell us Sebastian was dead?" Jace asked, crossing his arms.
"His monitor said he was dead," Kit replied. "And so that's what I told Tessa, but then when I went back later, I saw him alive, sitting up, still connected to the machines that said he was dead, talking to another dude."
"Who was this other dude?" Simon wondered.
"I don't know," said Kit. "I didn't see his face. He was wearing really baggy clothes that made it impossible to see anything about him."
"Well," Izzy reminded them, "Sebastian said Jonathan had been in the room with him after he made it look like he was dead."
"Jonathan who?" Kit raised one of his eyebrows.
"Morgenstern," answered Jace.
"Never heard of him," Kit frowned. "Anyway, I opened the door to… well, I'm not sure what I would've done, since Sebastian's records already said he was dead, but as soon as I opened the door, the hoodie guy, Jonathan, was gone."
"So you never talked to him," Alec clarified.
"No, of course not." Kit looked confused, and he probably was. "I said he was gone. I couldn't have talked to him."
"Looks like we need to talk to Jonathan," Jace sighed.
"Back so soon?" Jonathan smirked, leaning back in his chair. Jace, Magnus, and Alec were the only ones who'd gone to the cabin. Izzy and the others had opted to miss out on the drama and went to the mall with Cat and Ragnor instead.
"You don't seem surprised," said Jace coldly.
"I'm not," Jonathan grinned widely. "I figured it would only be a matter of time before you found out about Sebastian and decided to pin that on me too after the whole Jace thing, which Clary and I talked about and I am receiving punishment for."
"Are you going to deny being in that room?" Magnus wondered, crossing his arms.
"Of course not," Jonathan scoffed. "Why deny the truth? I'll tell you what you want to know. I tried to get rid of Jace because I wanted to protect my sister. I told Alec I was sorry for what happened to him. When I was in his room writing my note, three men came in: Robert Lightwood, your dad, right, Alec, and my dad, Valentine Morgenstern, and another man I didn't know, but Robert called him 'Rook.' Robert acknowledged my existence and left his note on Alec's bed, and the other two left, saying something about a coverup. Robert told me that it wouldn't do much harm if I continued to mess with Alec, because he said you deserved it, Alec, so obviously I did, and destroyed your apartment."
"So Dad's working with some guy called Rook and Val?" Jace looked even more confused. Alec was shaking his head, because he'd thought things couldn't get any more crazy. "And what's this about a coverup?"
"No idea," Jonathan told him boredly. "Get out of my house."
Alec, Magnus, and Jace obeyed, exiting the cabin and trudging towards Jace's car.
"What the actual fuck," Magnus said once they were all seated and driving away. Nobody really knew how to respond to that, but they didn't exactly need to. Afterall, such a sentence was the perfect way to describe what had just happened.
A/N: I could've made this longer, but I figured you guys didn't want to wait for another few days. I promise I'll have the next chapter up within a reasonable amount of time. Until then, have a great day!