A/N: Hey to everyone out there reading/ following this story, and sorry for not updating fire awhile. Both of us, V and I, have been very busy recently, V with marching band, and me with boy/homecoming problems, so she hasn't been able to remind me to update. Anyway, on with the story.

Magnus POV

What the hex! Nobody should be able to get this close to the building without me knowing about it. There are wards in place to prevent something like this from happening.

As if he's read my mind, Jem says, "They're stronger than you think Magnus. I was surprised that they hadn't caught up to us yet. They're demons. The same type as the one that pretended to curse Will. Like the one he attacked at Benedict Lightwood's party."

"When the hex were you planning on telling me this?"

"When we got to The Institute."

"Jem, you do realize that there was never an option of going to The Institute, right?"

"Exactly."

I sigh. Shadowhunters can be so frustrating. Well, ex-shadowhunters. After he found the cure for his "disease", Jem never went back to an Institute. Ok, so when he was a Silent Brother, they still considered him a shadowhunter, but he never got back to fighting like he had before, when Will was still alive. Stupid Clave with all their technicalities.

"James," I say hurriedly, as this mental battle is raging, "Hurry to the back room with Tessa. Once you're in there, open up the 4th door on the left and then take the stairs down to the safe room. It has demon repelling spells placed on it. They won't be able to reach you there. You must go quickly, don't wait for me, I most likely won't make it down there. I have my own safe room. Oh, and don't open any of the other doors, whatever you do."

"I won't, Magnus, don't worry."

"Go, now."

Jem POV

I take off running down the hall, Tessa still in my arms. As I pass the doors, I count-1-2-3, 3's the one we need. I step in, and I slam the door shut behind me. Inside, there's a couple of couches, a bathroom through a door on the right, a couple of beds and at least a month's supply of food. I wonder what Magnus expected this room to be used for. I'd be better off not asking.

I set Tessa down on the couch and cover her with a blanket. She looks peaceful when she's asleep, younger and less stressed. She almost looks angelic, although saying so would be stupid because she is part shadowhunter and part warlock. I think I'm still in love with Tessa Gray.

I sit there watching Tessa for minutes, but it feels like hours. All of a sudden her face contorts and her brow creases.

"No!" she screams, almost like a plea. "No, it's not possible. There is no way that it could be you, Marbas. You... father... impossible...back to where you came from...No...invading my dreams..."

She falls back against me, peaceful once again. Her last few sentences didn't all come out out loud. Invading her dreams? Marbas? Will claimed he chased Marbas at Benedict Lightwood's party all those years ago. What's he doing tormenting Tessa?

There are footsteps farther down the hall, and as they reach the door, the light a go out.