Jem POV

I gently lift Tessa into the car and lay her across the back seat.

"Magnus, you'd better step on it. Try and act as if nothing's wrong."

"Jem, what's going on?"

"You just have to trust me right now. I'll tell you once we're somewhere safe. Head over to The Institute. You know where it is right?"

"Of course I know where The Institute is! I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn. It would be incompetent of me not to know."

"Ok Magnus this is no time for bickering. We have to get out of here fast!"

"I'm going!"

With that he slams his foot down on the gas , and the car peels out of there. Tessa is thrown against the back seat, and I'm practically part of the seat.

"Are you sure The Institute is the best place to go, I mean neither one of you are technically shadowhunters anymore."

"No, it's probably not, but can you think of a better place to go?"

"My apartment?"

"No that's too obvious, they'll find us there no problem."

"I know of a place, but I haven't been there in ages, at least 90 years."

"As safe as The Institute?"

"Safer."

"Magnus, why didn't you says so right away?! Head there as quickly as you can, but take some false turns so we can loose then. They're right on our tail!"

After many left turns and a few right ones, Magnus parks the car behind a tall brick building that looks as if it has been around for a decade. The doors and shutters are plain and wooded, and many of the windows are broken. It looks like a place that only squatters would dream of. Magnus gets out of the car and walks into the building without waiting for me or Tessa. I gently lift Tessa and hurry after him. Just as I get through the door, it slams shut and turns into solid steel etched with runes. I hear many locks clicking into place. Up ahead, Magnus is looking at me, trying to judge my reaction.

"This used to be my speakeasy back in the 1920's. I decided to turn it into a fortress once the Clave started gaining power."

"Am-"

I start to say "amazing" as a heavy thump hits the door.

Tessa POV

I am vaguely aware of being lifted and put down, and then awhile later being picked up again and being carried. Time before, after and between doesn't seem to exits. I see demons scuttling across my vision, going seeming everywhere except in my direction.

Suddenly, one of them stops and looks up at me, right in the eyes. His ugly face splits into a grin that shows his crooked and rotting teeth.

"Aren't you going to say hi to your father, Tessie?"