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Chapter XIII

Whatever I am, you made me this way

For the past few days, Magnus was living in some kind of dream. At least, he thought it was a dream. The one you don't know what to think about. In one hand, one could tell that he should be flowing with a joy. Yet, the other one could tell that it was already too damn suspicious.

Almost over a night, Alec's behavior changed. He became more affectionate towards Magnus. In fact, he didn't even try to hide his feelings. He often was sending him a warm smile. His eyes lit up whenever he saw Magnus. He invited him to his bed every night, and didn't ask him to leave when the dawn approached. Even more, he insisted for Magnus to stay with him and embrace him after a whole night of sexual encounters.

It was like Alec's became braver over one night. As if Alec became stronger with himself over a night.

Magnus should feel happy because of this change. Yet, there was something in his mind that was telling him to not trust it. He just didn't know what was it.

…..

Alec was sitting in the library, reading the Codex once again, despite the fact that he knows every single paragraph from there.

"What're you doing, big brother?" he heard Isabelle's voice behind his back. The black haired girl walked around the chair Alec was sitting at, and sat down in the armchair. Lightwood sighed loudly and turned another page in the book. "Why aren't you with your hot warlock? He's been looking for you."

"I need to study." He didn't have to raise his eyes on Izzy to know that she's been rolling her eyes on him. "And I'm waiting for John and Jace to come back from Idris."

"Mhm," she murmured, closing the book with a strong slap. "What's going on? You're all secretive lately. You and John. Why are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing." Isabelle jumped on Alec's lap and shoved the book to the floor. She grabbed the boy's chin hardly and forced her brother to look her in the eyes. "It's nothing, Iz."

"It sure is something. You've been acting strange. I want to know why. Is it because of dad? Raphael released him and dad will be fine," she was saying. "Brother Enoch says that he should heal in a few weeks."

"It's not about dad."

"Mom?" Alec shook his head. "Jace? Me?..." for a moment she paused herself. "Oh...are you in love with John or something? You've spent lots of time with him lately. I wouldn't blame you. He's kinda hot."

"Ew...no, Izzy." Alec shrugged his body at this thought. Yes, Jonathan was handsome, but Alec could never like him this way. He was cruel and betraying.

But on the other hand, the man that Alec loves betrayed him as well.

Maybe it was his curse. He draws the dangerous, betraying man to himself.

"Alec?!" He looked at her frowning face. "You didn't answer. Is it about Magnus?"

The boy took a deep breath and decided to tell his sister only the half of truth, to protect her.

"I think I love him." The brown eyes of Isabelle Lightwood light up with happiness. Her face brightened with a wide grin. But it only lasted for a moment. Suddenly her eyes got sadder and her smile dropped down. She grabbed Alec by his right hand and gave him a light squeeze, before she drew him to her chest.

"Does he feel the same?" she whispered straight to his ear. "Alec?"

"He said so." Once again she smiled, stroking Alec's cheek. "But that's not what worries me."

"Then what is it?"

"He's…" Alec started but decided to cut himself off. He couldn't tell Izzy the truth. She was friends with Magnus. And most importantly, if she knew she'd seek revenge on him, before they could find out about downworlders' plan. He had to play a little longer.

Before Isabelle could demand an answer from him, he was saved by Jonathan, Jace and Valentine who came through the portal. Alec let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The boy urged his sister to get up from his lap. When the girl complied, after letting out a small growl, which was a promise of interrogation later - Alec was sure of it - he got up from the chair as well. He walked to the three men and looked at their faces. Jace was looking clearly annoyed. John's expression was as cold as always. And Valentine… he was mad, truly mad. His eyes were glistening with rage.

"Did you manage to find her?" Alec asked, though Morgenstern's face was enough answer.

"No." His voice sharp as a knife. "She disappeared from Idris, before we got there. Clary as well. They must have used runes to hide themselves from me. But they had a help from some warlock. I sensed magic."

Two nights ago, suddenly, by some kind of miracle, Jocelyn Fray, aka Jocelyn Morgenstern, woke up from the coma-spell. But before Valentine could express his joy from awaking of his long-lost wife, she ran away to the library. It had to be planned, Alec was sure. Maybe by Clary herself. Both, Jocelyn and Clary escaped the New York Institute and New York itself. From that night, Valentine had gone mad, one could say. He forced Jace and Jonathan to look for her, yet there was no result in this.

"Maybe Magnus could recognize the magic?" Alec prompted his idea. For a moment, Valentine seemed to consider this, but soon he shook his head.

"It is pointless. I know where she probably is. She must be with that werewolf." He growled. Ah yes, Alec knows the story of the Morgensterns' marriage and the story of Valentine's parabatai, the one who betrayed him and their kind. Valentine turned to his sons. "I will bring your mother and sister home, my sons. Mark my words."

"That woman is not my mother." Jace hissed at his father.

It was another reveal that came out to the light. Jace was not a biological son of Valentine Morgenstern. In one hand, it was a relief for him, since he's been harboring feelings for Clary. On the other, he seemed to be lost in the last days. Like he had lost his own personality and soul. He once came to Alec, with tears in his eyes, asking him for advice. Asking him to not abandon him. Asking him to be with him, even though he has no idea who he was at the moment. It was a night full of confessions.

Alec admitted his secrets as well.

"She is my wife," Valentine corrected him. "And, I raised you since I took you in, after your parents died. I am your father, Jace. And Jocelyn is your mother."

"You may be my adoptive father, but she's not my mother." With that, he turned on his heel and left the library, shutting the door loudly after himself.

"Forgive him, father," Jonathan spoke up, turning his eyes on Valentine. "He's not taking the news very well. He seems to refuse to accept that nothing has changed for us. He's still your son and my little brother."

Valentine agreed with this and left the library, leaving Alec, John and Izzy by themselves.

"Come with me, Alec," John addressed him, beckoning his fingers at him. "I need to talk to you. Privately."

The look in the cold, black eyes told Alec that they will be talking about Alec's lover. For sure John wanted to know if Alec knows anything new. And frankly, the boy had some news. Alexander nodded to his request and followed him to his bedroom. On the way there, he was looking from side to side, trying to spot Magnus, but the warlock was nowhere to seen. Valentine had to grab him to do something already. It was better for Alec, otherwise, it would be hard to explain why he's been following John to his bedroom.

Once the older boy closed the door behind them, Alec looked around the room. It was the first time that he was in John's bedroom for a longer than a minute. Now he had some time to look closer at things. In many aspects, John's bedroom was like Jace's and Alec's. The minimalist look. White walls, one, big bed, almost in the middle of the room. A closet and a drawer. But there was something odd on the wall, next to the closet. There were some pictograms, or runes on it, yet Alec didn't recognize them at all.

Jonathan cleared his throat behind him and made him turn to look at the light-haired boy.

"So…"

"I heard him speaking to someone." Morgenstern gave him a pointed look. "But Magnus was in a deep sleep then. At first I thought that he talks in his sleep, you know, but then I heard some plans."

"What kind of plans?" the other boy inquired, sitting down on his bed.

"All he said was…"

Alec woke up in the middle of the night, feeling Magnus stir in the bed. He looked over at his immortal lover. The warlock had a peaceful face. Alec could look at him all night. It seemed that Bane had a pleasant dream, a small smile appeared on his face. If only he didn't betray Alexander, he could see this every night. But frankly, Alec was sure that this will soon pass. When the truth will come out in the light.

Suddenly his lover's body started to glow with a blue light. It was odd. The archer raised his hand to shake Magnus awake, but then he heard his murmuring. At first he couldn't understand, but when he moved himself closer, he heard a few words.

"He can't be harmed. Promise me. No. I will help you end them, but not Alexander. We will attack. We must attack soon. They know. They suspect. I am safe. But not for long. I'll be the holder. I'll use it properly."

"Attack soon?" Jonathan scratched his chin, as he wondered about Alec's words. "Did he say when exactly?"

"No. But we must be prepared. The soon may be anytime now." Alec stated firmly. "But, I have no idea, whom he was talking with."

"Raphael Santiago." Alec was shocked by that. He would never guess that Magnus may be working with Raphael. With the man who killed his little brother and abducted his father. His body shook with rage. How could he trust someone like that before? How could he lay in the bed with him? How could he give the two most precious things in his life to that man?

Man? No. A Demon.

It all made sense now. How could Alec not see it? Magnus was almost praising Raphael in their conversations. Who knew, maybe they were lovers? That thought disgused Alec. He couldn't bear a thought of Magnus sleeping with someone else than him.

"Did you tell him our plans?" Alec nodded, remembering how he told Magnus last night that they were about to attack hotel dumont tomorrow night. "Good. Tomorrow night, we will attack werewolves hide-out in Manhattan. I've done my research. At least ten werewolves stays in the safe house."

"Do you think your mom is in there?" Jonathan didn't show any emotion when Alec mentioned Jocelyn. It was strange. She was his mother.

"That woman is no concern of mine. Besides, she betrayed father."

"And what if Clary is in there?" Alec pried more in the topic. At the mention of the redhead girl, John's eyes got even darker.

"She will not be harmed. I will take her first from there. Then we will end the wolves. First them, then vampires."

"If you say so." Alec agreed with the crazy plan of his friend. Even though he didn't believe they will succeed. Werewolves were strong creatures. Same as vampires.

He hoped that they will win this war. And he hoped that he won't have to kill his beloved warlock in it.

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