Chapter eight.
"Is he okay with this?" Came the voice of the girl-Clary-after Saphie finished explaining the situation.
"I honestly think that if Magnus hadn't have asked him to, he wouldn't have done it." Saphie replied half-heartedly. She was distracted by the rune she was drawing.
"Look, if he wants to do it, he will do it. But, so you know, if this backfires it will be all your fault. Can you go through this knowing that?" Clary asked edgily.
"Yes." Saphie replied simply. "I'm going to send you a picture of a rune. When it's time, give it to Alec."
"How well I know when it's time?" Clary asked, quite obviously confused.
"Trust me, you'll know!" With that, Saphie hung up. She took a picture of the rune, sent it to Clary, then deleted the evidence.
This was her chance at thanking Alec for what he was about to do. In her time, Saphie had done so much wrong in her life, this was her redemption. Her way of saying one last apology. This was her way of repaying Magnus for all he had done, for everything he had sacrificed for her.
She walked back into the kitchen to find Magnus and Alec staring daggars at each other. My fault. She reminded herself before taking a deep breathe. "I'm ready." She announced. Magnus stood from his seat and hugged her.
"Goodbye Saphire Rosvert." He said tightly.
She smiled weakly at him, "Goodbye Magnus Bane." She replied, "I have had so much fun with you!"
"Oh yeah!" He agreed. He looked at Alec and nodded.
"Bury me?" Saphie requested, "Please." Magnus nodded then walked into the lounge. "He can't watch?"
"No. This is killing him." Alec said angrily, "I've never seen him so detached and airy."
"Yeah." Saphie studied Alec. This pathetic looking little Shadowhunter gave Magnus a reason to live, and of that she was grateful. He may be pompus, arrogant and annoying, She thought to herself, But at least Magnus had someone to look after him.
"Ready?" Alec asked, taking a dagger out of his jacket pocket.
Saphie nodded and thought of every good memory she had. When she was younger, when she was turned. She was thinking of how she had felt dialing Magnus's number when Alec plunged the dagger into her heart. He was mutting a sort of appology and before she took her final breath she muttered, "Thank you..."