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Chapter 12: Idris: Home, Sweet Home
Isabelle felt rushed. She didn't like feeling rushed.
Ever since her father's fire message two days ago about the date of the Inquest, the Institute had been in a state of flurry. Isabelle was pretty sure they all shared the same pit of worry inside, but nevertheless they all made themselves busy packing and getting everything in order. On top of just staying in Idris, they were also going to be going to Lightwood Manor. Isabelle had never set foot inside. Now- since her father was Inquisitor- it was their's again.
Isabelle could tell her mother was worried about this, though why she couldn't say. At the end of the day it was just a house. Maryse never said anything, but just looked over the things they were bringing with a tight look on her face. There was a rather humorous moment the other day where Alec had been by to help, and both he and their mother were standing side by side, their expressions exactly the same. Isabelle had been laughing about it until she told Simon, who gave her a look. ''You know you have the exact same expression, right?''
Today was the day. The day they would enter Idris, hopefully leaving with as many people as they arrived with. A stab of pain went through Isabelle as she thought of Clary and Jace and Moriah, off with Alec and Magnus until their departure time. We are all coming back.
''Max, will you go get Izzy?'' she heard her mother ask from down the hall.
''Yeah,'' Max replied. ''IZZY!'' He shouted before Isabelle could interject that she had heard. ''COME ON ALREADY!''
''I'M COMING!'' She shouted back.
Maryse's sigh could be heard even from Isabelle's room. ''Angel's sake, Max. I can yell.''
Isabelle slung her personal bag over her shoulder- everything else had already been sent off. She glanced around her room hesitantly. Will I still be an aunt of three when I come back here?
Of course I will, she scolded herself. Moriah- demon or not- was her family. She would always be her family. There was no way in hell it would be any other way.
She ran down the hall to the elevator. Max and her mother were already there. ''Where's Simon?''
''With Jonathan downstairs,'' Maryse answered. She was digging around in her bag for something. Isabelle noticed the flush to her cheeks. Her mother felt rushed too. ''You two go down. I forgot something in the library.''
''Okay,'' Max said, yanking the elevator door open.
''Izzy.'' Isabelle turned to take what her mother was handing her. ''Will you put these on Jonathan?''
Isabelle studied the object. Handcuffs for transporting prisoners. ''Really? You know he's the one who comes and raids the fridge in the night, right?''
Maryse sighed wearily. ''Rules and regulations. A hindrance to us all. Just do it, alright?''
Isabelle nodded before following Max into the elevator. As they rode down, she noticed him looking at the cuffs. ''What?''
''Are those the fire ones?'' he asked.
''I think so. Why?'' Worry passed over Max's face, but he just gave a shrug.
They reached the first floor and exited. Simon and Jonathan were by the open doors, silently waiting for them. Isabelle approached briskly, twirling the cuffs on her finger. ''Mom says you have to wear these.''
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. He looked from Isabelle to Simon. ''I'm flattered, Lightwood. But really, with your boyfriend right here?'' Both Simon and Isabelle glared at him.
''I don't get it,'' Max said in confusion.
''Shut up,'' Isabelle warned Jonathan as he opened his mouth to reply. ''Hands.''
Jonathan crossed his wrists and held them out to her dramatically. ''Such a change from your usual hospitality.''
''Yeah,'' Isabelle replied bitterly as she snapped the cuffs on. ''Maybe we should make this a permanent thing.''
She expected a snarky reply, but Jonathan was just staring at the cuffs. ''These the fire ones?''
''Why?''
''No reason.'' She saw his fists clench as she used her stele to activate the runes. The flames encircled his wrists. ''A little hot.''
''Deal with it.'' She tucked her stele away and turned to Simon. ''You have everything?''
''Yeah,'' he said. She saw him twirling his phone in his fingers. ''Clary said everything's ready with them, too.''
''Good.'' Isabelle hated seeing the pain in Simon's eyes. The uncertainty of this whole situation was really hurting. She looked behind her. ''Here comes mom.''
Maryse approached them. ''Alright, Caterina is outside. She'll help with the portal. Let's go.''
They all traipsed out, Maryse making Jonathan walk in front of her. Max walked beside him. Isabelle briefly wondered why he was being so compliant with all this. Jonathan Christopher going willingly into the city where he was hated and despised seemed a little too giving, even if it was for his sister. But then again, that could just be her lingering doubts about him.
Simon hesitated a moment, and Isabelle heard him take a shaky breath. She felt another stab of uncertainty go through, this one about what a girlfriend was supposed to do to comfort their partner. She settled on slipping her hand in his. ''Let's shall?''
Simon managed a smirk at her wording. ''Let's shall.''
…
Clary sat on the steps outside Magnus' and Alec's apartment, baby Max in her lap. ''And what's this?'' she asked him, pointing to the crayon drawing he was proudly presenting to her.
''Chairman Meow,'' Max informed her. He outlined the blue scribbles for her. ''He takes Daddy's shoes.''
''No he doesn't,'' Rafe came to the cat's defense. ''You give them to him!''
Max turned to look up at Clary. ''He's lying.''
''I'll bet.'' Clary looked over the three year old's head to smile at Rafe, who gave an exasperated sigh in a clear attempt to emulate his father.
''What does Chairman Meow do while you're gone?'' Jace asked curiously from the bottom of the stairs. Moriah was standing in front of him, rocking on her heels. She was staring at the two little boys with wide eyes.
''Eat shoes,'' Max stuck to his story.
''Maia comes and feeds him,'' Rafe said, ''But since she's coming, Bat said he'll do it.''
Max laughed. ''A bat feeds a cat.''
''How come Maia's coming?'' Rafe asked Clary and Jace.
Clary shrugged, not wanting to tell the boys anymore than Magnus and Alec had told them. ''A big Council meeting,'' she explained. ''Maia's on the same Council as your Papa.''
''A big meeting about what?'' the curious five year old pressed.
''Boring, annoying, grown up stuff,'' Jace said, playfully poking him in the arm. Rafe giggled and scurried up another step to get away.
Clary kept a smile on her face, but inside she was trembling. This is it. This will decide everything. Part of her was still longing to run, to take Moriah and flee away from everything and everyone, to do whatever she had to to keep her safe. But getting injected with that poison and trying to recover had put a wrench in her plans, not to mention Renage coming forward. If she were to flee now, people would think it was because she was afraid of what Renage would say.
Aren't you?
Also, these past three weeks, Clary really saw how hard everyone was trying. How Simon and Isabelle would take Moriah to give Jace and her a break, and how Maryse and Robert could get her to eat. Max had even been trying to show Moriah his new video game. And her parent's…they were trying too. Especially her mom.
And Moriah was so changed. She no longer demanded to be held and clung to either her and Jace whenever someone else was in the room, or flinched when they looked at her too long. Sometimes she made a sound that was almost a giggle, and gave the smallest inklings of a smile. It was little things, but they meant the world to Clary.
If there was the smallest chance she and Jace would be able to raise Moriah in the Institute, with their families around them, they had to try. For Moriah and for themselves.
Clary was startled out of her thoughts as Magnus and Alec finally emerged from the building. ''First flight to Idris, boarding now,'' Magnus announced as he walked down the steps.
''We're flying?'' Rafe asked, hastily getting to his feet. He grabbed his papa's hand.
''No.'' Magnus paused and turned to Alec. ''Though hijacking a plane could be fun.''
''Yeah, no,'' Alec answered swiftly. He took Max from Clary. ''Maybe next time.''
''Really?'' Jace said. ''I'll remember that.''
Alec gave a sigh. Clary realized Rafe's earlier impression of him had been spot on. ''Let's just make the portal.''
Magnus began to lead the way to a discrete spot to make the portal. Clary got up from the steps to follow them. Jace waited for her. Do it now. All three of us can just disappear to somewhere far away.
''Ready?'' Jace asked her.
Clary looked at Jace and could see in his eyes he was thinking similarly to her. Say the word and we'll go. This was their last chance for a clean getaway. Leaving Idris without getting caught would be a whole different story.
Moriah leaned against Jace's legs and turned her head up to look at Clary. Clary stared into her little girl's perfect face, her black eyes boring into her. Is this your best chance? The chance for a life out in the open, not to be lived in fear of getting hunted down? Is this right?
A sudden sharp pain in her side answered Clary's question for her. Maybe this wasn't right, maybe this wasn't the best idea. But with her still not 100%, she couldn't run and hide from the Clave. They had to go. So for now, they would do as expected.
She ruffled Moriah's hair before meeting Jace's gaze. ''Ready.''
…
Idris was as picturesque as ever. The portal dropped them off near a clump of trees near the border. Clary looked around them and realized the ruins of Fairchild Manor and the abandoned Herondale Manor were not too far off. She thought of her mother and Luke, who had planned to leave sometime last night. They were going to stay in Amatis' house, now Luke's. She figured they were probably already there.
''Well, Moriah,'' Jace said, holding Moriah on his hip. ''This is Idris. First Impressions?'' Moriah cast her vacant glance around before giving a low whine. ''I agree. Too bright.''
''It's better than the grey skies back home,'' Clary argued.
''Not according to her.''
''How far to Lightwood Manor, Daddy?'' Rafe asked, skipping slightly ahead.
''Not too far, I think,'' Alec replied.
''Is it big?''
''The manors usually are. I don't really remember it. I was younger than Max when we left.''
''How big?''
''I don't know, Rafe.''
''Slide?'' Max asked, suddenly interested. He thought if buildings were big, they ought to have slides. ''Does it have a slide?''
Magnus laughed. ''I doubt it.''
An image of stoic warriors using slides and fire poles to answer the calls to fight demons flashed through Clary's mind. Jace frowned. ''No slide? That's it I'm not going.''
Clary smirked. They all walked on in silence, Rafe and Max running ahead. Clary tried to enjoy the pretty day and not focus on the growing feeling of unease in her stomach. Every step brought her further into what was essentially enemy territory. The window of opportunity to flee was becoming smaller and smaller.
And now it was shut completely as they reached the bottom of the hill. There was Lightwood Manor, a large, four-story house with rows of windows and impressive columns holding up the overhang of a front porch.
Alec paused at the sight of it. ''It's kind of…weird,'' Clary heard him admit to Magnus in a whisper. Magnus put a hand on his shoulder.
They walked up the paved stone path to the porch. Jonathan and Max were sitting there, Jonathan on a bench and Max sitting on the porch railing with his game boy in his hands. He looked up as they approached. ''Hey!'' Little Max and Rafe ran to meet him. ''How are you, Rafe? My namesake?''
''What are you doing?'' Rafe asked him, looking to the device in his lap.
''Playing.'' Max watched them all step onto the porch. ''Clary! How do I get into this stupid cave?''
''Spoilers,'' Clary replied sweetly.
Max frowned at this answer. ''Mom and Dad are inside,'' he announced generally, snapping his device shut. ''They set aside rooms for you all already.''
He made to lead the way inside. ''Come on, boys,'' Alec ushered his children. They both ran after Max, and Alec and Magnus followed.
''You coming?'' Jace asked Clary. In his arms, Moriah was frowning at the large building suspiciously.
''In a minute,'' Clary promised. Jace's eyes darted to Jonathan for a second before he nodded in understanding. He went into the house, Moriah looking to Clary in confusion.
Clary leaned against the porch railing so she was facing Jonathan. ''Nice trip?'' She asked.
''Oh, splendid,'' he replied lazily. He was rubbing his wrists, and Clary noticed a silver band on his left one.
''What's that?''
Jonathan looked at it as if he had forgotten he had it on, which made Clary wonder why he was rubbing his wrists in the first place. ''This? House arrest.''
''House arrest?''
He held up his arm and smiled his creepy smile. ''I step so much as one toe off this porch- well, let's just say it won't go unnoticed.''
Clary shuddered. She thought of all they had been through since he had come back. ''A little overkill?''
''Isabelle did suggest armed sentry. You know, just shoot me in the back should I try to slip away. Pretty sure she hoped to be the one on duty.''
Clary decided to ignore the comment. ''You really can't leave the porch?''
''I think that was the limit.''
''You think?''
''Wasn't really listening.''
''So why are you out here?''
''I like to live on the edge?''
Clary rolled her eyes. ''Okay then.'' She went to the door. ''You coming in eventually?''
''Eventually.'' He watched as she stepped inside. ''You know,'' he said suddenly. ''I would make a good distraction.''
Clary frowned at him. It took a moment for her to decipher his meaning. She bit her lip. ''I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the offer.''
''Anytime.'' He leaned back on the bench. Clary heard him mutter something in a bitter tone as the door closed behind her. ''Home, sweet Idris…''
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Fairchild Manor, 1991
Light knocking on the bedroom door woke Jocelyn. She sat up slowly on her elbows, glaring at the source of the sound. She nudged her husband with her foot. ''Val.'' He groaned in response. ''Val, I think that's for you.''
Valentine buried his face deeper in his pillow. ''You have no proof of that.''
''Your son is at the door.''
''I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he's your son as well.''
''Pottery Barn, baby: you break it, you buy it.'' Valentine groaned in frustration at this sentiment. Jocelyn watched as he reluctantly rolled out of bed, going over to the door and opening it. She had to admit it was quite a humorous sight: her husband's bulking frame looking down at the small two year old in the hallway.
''Jonathan,'' Valentine said. ''Why are you up this early?''
Jocelyn watched as Jonathan blinked his big, dark eyes slowly. ''There's a problem.''
''Is it that… you are up this early?''
''It's not that early.'' Jonathan walked past his father into the room. Both his parents stared at him with raised eyebrows as he walked to the bed, holding a heavy book in his arms. He dropped it down on the covers. ''There's a contradiction in the testimony.''
''What are you talking about?'' Jocelyn asked wearily.
''In the events given to the Clave, there is a slight contradiction in times. And according to the Book of Law, section 32 A-4, any contradiction in warrior testimony must be investigated by further inquires.'' Jonathan looked to both of them. ''I assume we don't want further inquires?''
Valentine sat down with a sigh on the bed. ''Where did you hear that?''
''In the Book of Law,'' Jonathan explained, pointing to the closed book in front of them. Jocelyn frowned.
''You memorized the Book of Law?''
Jonathan blinked at her as if this should be obvious. ''Yes.''
Jocelyn looked at Valentine. ''Do something.''
''Jonathan, we are handling this. You will not bring this up again.''
''But the Inquest is today.''
''It is not an Inquest.''
''But-''
''Jonathan.'' Valentine's tone was sharp. ''You will stop now.''
Jonathan blinked slowly again. ''Okay.'' He picked his book up and turned to go out of the room. He looked back at them with a frown. ''Aren't you getting up?''
''Not yet.''
''But it's 7:10.''
''No, it isn't.''
Jonathan nodded seriously. ''Yes it is. The Herondales are already here.''
''What?'' Jocelyn sat up at that. ''No, I set the alarm, it's not yet…'' she grabbed the clock off her side table, frowning at the screen. ''It's 7:10,'' she whined, throwing off her covers.
Valentine swore irritably as he made his way to the bathroom. ''Why didn't that damn thing ring?''
''Oh who knows?'' Jocelyn got up, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to think of what she needed to do first. She saw Jonathan still standing in the doorway, staring at her. ''What?''
''7: 11,'' he reminded her.
''Jonathan, do be quiet.''
He cocked his head to the side. ''I don't get it. When I was quiet, you weren't happy. Now I'm not quiet and you're still not happy.''
''What can I say, I'm a fickle person.'' Jocelyn snatched her hair brush off the vanity and began untangling her hair.
''What does the word 'fickle' mean?''
Jocelyn walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. ''Why don't you go look it up?''
''Are you doing that thing where you give me a chore to get rid of me?''
''Could be.''
''That's mani-''
''Manipulative? Yes, it is. Now you know where you get it from.'' She spun him around and pushed him forward. ''Out please!'' Jonathan went and she closed the door behind him.
Valentine emerged from the bathroom, fixing his white collared shirt. ''We are going to be late.''
''Well, it's hardly my fault.'' Jocelyn dug through her closet with a sigh. ''God, I had a plan. I was going to wake up early and shower and pick up my clothes-'' She froze, a horrible thought occurring to her. ''Oh no.''
''What?''
''I-I have no clothes.''
''What are you talking about?''
''Clean clothes. I have none.'' Jocelyn tore through her drawers, desperately hoping she was wrong. ''I sent them out for cleaning! I was supposed to pick them up! All my nice clothes!''
Valentine stared at her. ''7:15.''
''That's it get out.'' She shoved him out the door.
Valentine walked down the stairs. He entered the kitchen, a little taking aback at the man sitting at his table and his young wife sitting crossed legged on his counter top. ''How did you get in here?''
''Cheap locks,'' Cèline said with a smile. She took a sip out of her coffee cup.
''You have to stop breaking into my house.''
''You told us to be early,'' Stephen insisted. ''I would like it noted we were here, on time, as per your instructions.''
''First time for everything.'' Valentine grabbed a mug off the shelf. ''I need coffee.'' He poured himself a cup from the pot Cèline had helped herself to making. He took a sip, only to spit it back out again. ''What the hell is this?''
Cèline blinked innocently. ''Coffee.''
''You do know that you are supposed to add water to it? Not drink it straight?''
''I like it strong.''
Valentine placed the mug down. ''Someone who doesn't have a death wish via caffeine, please, make coffee.''
He went back into the foyer, just in time to yell at whoever knocked to enter. Maryse and Robert did so, frowning at their leader's retreating back as he disappeared into his study. ''Well, it's a cheery morning here,'' Robert muttered. He looked up as Jonathan came down the stairs. ''Good morning.''
Jonathan swung himself around on the railing. He paused to look at them both. ''What does the word 'fickle' mean?''
They both blinked. ''Uh, I guess to be indecisive,'' Maryse answered. ''Changing your mind and such.''
Jonathan nodded seriously. ''Thank you.'' He then disappeared down the hall.
The Lightwoods watched him go when another person descending the stairs made them look back. They watched with raised eyebrows as Jocelyn met them in the foyer. ''My,'' Maryse said. ''I didn't know the rodeo was in town.''
Jocelyn glared. She was wearing cut off jeans shorts and a pink t-shirt. Not exactly the kind of outfit one was expected to wear in the Halls. ''Don't start with me.''
Valentine came back in, reading some papers. He looked up with surprise at the sight of Jocelyn. His gaze studied her appreciatively, especial her bare legs. The corner of his mouth twitched. ''And you said you didn't have anything to wear.''
Jocelyn let out a huff of annoyance and went into the kitchen.
''Oh, now I feel overdressed,'' Stephen remarked.
''One more word from any of you and I swear…'' Jocelyn reached for the coffee.
''NO!" Everyone except Cèline shouted, including Robert and Maryse, who saw the girl next to the coffee maker and put two and two together. Jocelyn froze.
''My clothes do not discount me from having coffee!''
Mayrse pulled her away from the machine. ''Be happy you're loved.''
''You are all cowards,'' Cèline said as she watched Maryse pour the pot out.
''Do you have those papers for the meeting?'' Robert asked Valentine. Valentine shuffled the papers in his hands before exchanging a look with Jocelyn.
''Yes… Hold on…'' they both retreated from the room, speaking in sharp, nervous whispers to each other.
Stephen watched them go. ''I don't know about the rest of you, but I for one feel so safe having such cool, calm, collected leaders.''
Jonathan tore into the room then, causing them all to jump. He had the uncanny ability to go unnoticed for rather long periods of time. ''Does anyone know when Devrock demons were named?''
''1613,'' Cèline volunteered the information. Jonathan nodded thanks and tore from the room again.
''That kid freaks me out,'' Stephen said. ''I mean he's adorable, but he freaks me out.'' Cèline nodded in agreement with both these sentiments.
''Stephen, Robert.'' Valentine came back into the room, Jocelyn with him. He gestured both of them over. ''We need to discus the testimonies.''
The men made to follow. ''I tell you, 12 by 4,'' Stephen said to Robert.
Jocelyn frowned. ''Minutes that the meeting will take?''
''Nope. Cell dimensions.''
''Oh my god.''
''Ignore him,'' Robert advised. Once out of eyesight of his leaders, he mouthed to Maryse. We are screwed.
''What's with the smirk, Maryse?'' Jocelyn asked.
''Nothing,'' Maryse replied innocently while she handed Jocelyn a mug. ''Here, new coffee.''
''Oh, reminds me,'' Stephen muttered. He quickly went back towards Cèline, taking her coffee mug out of her hands.
''Stephen!'' Cèline wiped her mouth with her palm. ''I need that!''
''And I need our son not to have three heads.''
''Three heads? That's six eyes. Think of the amazing hunter he'll be.'' Stephen was unmoved and walked away.
''You are going to get rid of that poison, aren't you?'' Robert asked him, eyeing the mug.
Stephen looked him in the eye as he took a long swig of the drink. ''Mmmhh! Good to the last drop!''
''The two of you are freaks.''
''Hey, idiots.'' Valentine waved his papers. ''Can we get a move on here?''
''Yes, and while on the subject,'' Jocelyn said, looking at them all. ''We are all on the same page here, during the meeting? No one is going to be spreading stories?''
''Spreading stories?'' Maryse frowned. ''What are we? Children?''
''Yes.'' She glared at them all. ''Now, are we clear?''
''Mommy's angry,'' Stephen said in a sing song.
Valentine rubbed his forehead while Jocelyn glared. ''Lightwood, push him for me.''
Robert obliged, shoving Stephen out the door. ''We'll see you in Idris,'' Valentine said to Jocelyn. Stephen could be heard making another sarcastic quip to Robert. ''That is, after we get rid of him.'' He glanced back into the kitchen. ''You don't mind, do you, Cèline?''
Cèline shrugged from her perch on the counter. ''He took my coffee. So no.''
''Excellent.'' Valentine kissed Jocelyn's cheek. ''See you then.''
He exited the house, leaving the door open as both Michael and Eliza walked in. ''Morning,'' Eliza greeted, adjusting her son on her hip. ''We leaving now?''
''Hurry up.'' Valentine brushed past them both.
Michael looked in the house. His eyes fell on Jocelyn. ''Hey,'' he remarked, ignoring his parabati's warning look. ''No one told me it was casual day.''
Jocelyn glared daggers. ''Cèline! Get in here! We're going.''
''Already?'' Cèline walked into the foyer, her hands clasped behind her back.
''Yes. We are stopping at Maryse's.''
Maryse raised an eyebrow. ''We are?''
''I need to borrow some clothes.''
''Ah, of course. Are we walking or do you have your clown car parked outside?''
Jocelyn feigned a mocking laugh as she held the door open. ''Leaving. Now. Hurry up.''
''Aren't you forgetting something?'' Maryse asked. Jocelyn stared at her. ''Perhaps, someone?''
Jocelyn blinked. She looked to everyone. ''Anyone seen Jonathan?'' Jonathan Wayland raised his hand from his mother's arms. ''No, my Jonathan.''
''Maybe you should ask the strange shadow right behind you,'' Cèline suggested.
Jocelyn turned around and nearly tripped over her son. ''What are you doing?''
''Nothing,'' he replied.
''Are you ready to go?'' Jonathan shook his head. ''Could you get ready, please?'' Jonathan ran out of the room and Jocelyn sighed. ''I swear…''
Everyone traipsed out of the house. ''So, how is this Inquest going to go?'' Michael asked.
''It's not an Inquest,'' Valentine reminded him.
''You are being questioned.''
''Yes.''
''Under oath.''
''Yes.''
''Morgenstern? That's an Inquest.''
''What is happening today is not an Inquest.''
''Denial is a hard affliction,'' Stephen remarked.
''How is it as a defense?'' Eliza asked. She stepped back to let Cèline exit, but frowned as Jocelyn followed and began closing the door behind her. ''Umm, Jocelyn? Your kid?''
''Ah, crap.'' She went back into the house. Sitting in wait on the stairs was Jonathan. ''This is getting ridiculous, child.'' He blinked as she grabbed his arm and ushered him out.
Jocelyn inhaled sharply as she woke up. She blinked in confusion at her surroundings. It wasn't until she glanced outside that she remembered. Amatis' house. Idris. She ran a hand through her hair, sighing at the weariness she felt. Damn time zones.
''You okay?'' came Luke's voice. She looked to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes on.
''Yeah.'' She sat up. ''Just… a dream.''
''Bad one?'' He asked in concern.
Jocelyn swallowed a lump in her throat. ''No.'' Before he could decipher the look on her face, she leaned forward and kissed him. A thought occurred to her. ''There's nothing to eat here, is there?''
Luke smiled. ''If there is, I hardly think it's good anymore.''
''A hunt for food it is then.'' She pulled away. ''I'll get done quick.''
''I'll be downstairs.'' He kissed her again before walking out of the room.
Jocelyn watched him go. When he was out of sight, she let her face fall again. She hugged her knees and closed her eyes a moment. It would've been better if she'd just had a bad dream, she thought. Bad dreams were bad. They didn't make you feel so…mixed.
She scowled at herself, tossing the blankets back. Dwelling was pointless. She stood up, prepared to get dressed, but paused at the sight of the open window. There was a perfect view of the bright light of Alicante.
Jocelyn sighed. ''Idris. Home, sweet home…''
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Me: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I was really glad I could fit that Circle Era scene in- it played out in my head so long ago and now it belongs somewhere!
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