Chapter 1

Poppy Herondale didn't spend much time at the local Institute. She got along with them, but she didn't like how they looked down on the Mundanes - even though she did the same, to a lesser extent - while still being forced to use their transportation.

She still did her job. Killed demons, protected mundanes, made sure the Accords were being held up. She had been in New York for two years with her parabatai, Brandon, and in that time she had run into Jocelyn Fairchild- or Fray as she called herself - and if it hadn't been for the woman's daughter, Clarissa, she would have reported them to the Clave.

Brandon still wanted to report Valentine's wife. She agreed that they had to report the woman eventually, but Jocelyn had been persistent in her daughter growing up without being trained, controlled by, the Clave.

Poppy couldn't argue with the redhead. Maybe it was her sympathy towards people who the Clave knew would be different because of her younger sister, Hazel, who had inherited their Ancestor's infernal eyes.

As it was, the blonde was keeping an eye on the girl and her best friend. Her instincts screamed at her to take care of the demon that had walked in just before them, but she knew there were other Shadowhunters hunting tonight. The kids from the local institute.

Mordred, with the help of Magnus, had glammored them to appear like regular Mundies to anyone who was looking, other Nephilim included. Mordred is Magnus's younger brother, literally. They shared the same father. Though he was about four hundred years younger.

She glanced at Brandon. "She sees them." She said across the table. To anyone looking, they appeared to be a couple. This could become messy; Clarissa shouldn't have been able to see the glamoured Shadowhunters.

Poppy saw the girl say something to her best friend and he stiffened. Even though she knew the Mundane, Simon, didn't fully believed her. He trusted her, and the horror in Clarissa's eyes was enough for him to get up to grab someone.

"Should we interfere?" Brandon didn't sound like he wanted to, the only reason he was watching out for the young redhead was because Poppy wanted to make sure the girl stayed safe.

The blonde shook her head. Jocelyn was getting sloppy, if Clarissa was able to - and retain what she saw - see through the glamours.

"Jocelyn knew that she couldn't hide her forever." She replied. She did feel a little bad, but Clarissa wasn't in any danger. Maybe feeling a little crazy, but they were there to protect her, not make sure she didn't see what she should've been able to see her whole life.

"Jace, Isabelle, and Alec aren't paying attention." She changed the subject. "Do they not realize a 'mundane' has seen them?"

"They probably don't care."

Poppy drummed her nails on the table. She was anxious. They shouldn't be so reckless. Alec was usually more perceptive. "They should. It isn't hard to lure the Eidolon elsewhere. They aren't very bright."

He snorted. "Would you care if a Mundie saw you?" His grey eyes shining in amusement.

She shrugged in response. "That isn't the point. There's three of them. One can be on the lookout while the other two go for the kill."

She definitely wouldn't care if one Mundane saw her, but she'd be taking note that they appeared confused and on the verge of calling everyone's attention to her.

Glamours only worked because nobody expected to see someone there, but if they were actively looking… they'd see blurs of people and that would raise to many questions.

"Perhaps we should intervene, just so she doesn't get the Lightwoods and Wayland killed." He said after a lengthy silence.

She frowned at his words. "They'll know we were sitting here the whole time if we do."

"We're off duty."

Poppy sighed but relented. As one, the two of them got up to follow the girl. Even if she didn't know what she was seeing, Brandon was right. She could easily get at least one of them killed. Even if Wayland deserved to get knocked around a bit, he didn't deserve to die.

They got to where the others were just to hear the demon claim Valentine was back. The two shared a glance and she had to suppress a shutter. Valentine was the reason her father and mother divorced, the reason her father had never laid eyes on Hazel or even known she'd existed.

She darted forward at Clarissa shouted at them to stop and pulled the girl back.

"Poppy?!" Came four shocked voices. The blonde let out a sigh.

"The Eidolon is getting away, Wayland."

Indeed it was. It was trying to make its way back to the dancefloor, deciding it didn't want a fight with five demon killers and, what they assumed was a Mundane.

Brandon was already blocking its path. Jace brought down his sword.

"Don't you -" Alec started but was cut off as Jace's blade delivered the killing blow.

"No. There's no way that Valentine could be alive. The Silent Brothers confirmed- "

Simon burst through the door at that time with the security guards and Clarissa had to come up with a piss-poor lie about how she must have just been seeing things.

By the Angel this was going to be a long night, a very very long night and she couldn't help but think that the next few days were going to be even longer.

Brandon followed Clarissa home while Poppy stayed behind with the other three Nephilim. She was going to have to ask Hazel if she wanted to come stay in New York for a bit, to help train Clarissa. Because there was no way for them - Jocelyn and Clarissa - to stay under the radar. Especially with the Lightwoods and Wayland knowing that Poppy and Brandon knew the redheaded kid.