All characters except for Holm, his mother, and his father belong to Cassandra Clare, as well as any settings (Alicante, Idris, ect.). Idea/Plot belongs to me.
Ok people, you may go ahead and pelt the rotten tomatoes. I don't suppose any excuse will make it any better that I got this chapter out so late. Christmas vacation came and went and life is as busy as it normally is. I had this whole chapter half way typed up when my sister ran by and accidentally unplugged my charger from my fried lap top battery. So I lost it and was bummed out for about a week until I got started again. I can only hope that this chapter makes up for the time. There is much to come in the days ahead for Holm. There is a new character introduced in this chapter that I've been dying to reveal. Here it is!!
I got up this morning, having had plenty of sleep thanks to the fact that my school closed today because of the cold, and fixed all the spelling and grammar mistakes in it. So it should be alot less frustrating to read now. Enjoy!!
Holm stepped out of the portal into Lightwood Manor's yard, followed by Magnus and Simon, who upon setting their feet on the grassy lawn, began peering around curiously.
"God, it's been years since I've been here. It hasn't changed at all." Magnus said quietly.
"Last time I was here was for Hilden's first birthday." Simon noted in an equally quiet tone.
Holm paused in heading towards the house and turned. "Hilden?"
"Clary's youngest, Dani Eve's first child." Simon explained.
"Holm!" Holm snapped back around to face his house and saw his mother on the large stone verandah of the front of his house. She peered down the long yard at him, squinting across the lawn. "Holm, is that you?"
"Yeah!" Holm shouted back. He turned back quickly towards Simon and Magnus, signaling them to follow. Then he turned and strode down the long drive towards his house. "Where's Dad?" He asked as he walked up the stone steps and stood before his mother.
"Your father had to attend some business at the Council Hall… something about demons." She said, her voice trailing off as she apparently peered over his shoulder at the approaching Magnus and Simon. Her eyes widened. "You brought people back with you? Who?" She hissed quietly.
"Mam, my name is Simon Lewis. And this is the warlock, Magnus Bane." Simon said, still several feet away.
Ailim blinked and he could see her blushing, her face appearing flustered. "O-oh, a vampire. Please forgive me. Nice to meet you. And you, Magnus. I've heard much about you." She reached a hand out and shook Magnus and Simons hands. "You are the warlock my son set out to find, yes?" She inquired to Magnus.
Magnus nodded importantly. "Thats right. "
"Well, come in, please."
Holm strolled after his mother, who nodded to the footman as she led the group through the door and into the foyer. She took them down the hall, successfully ignoring Holm's presence, turning her head as she walked to speak to Magnus and Simon. "My husband is away on council business, I'm afraid. He won't be able to speak with you." She said, stopping at the door to a parlor. Two maids stood on either side of the door, their hands folded complacently in front of them, their heads bowed. They moved to pull the double doors open and stood aside while Holm strolled in ahead of his mother. He flopped down on a cushy arm chair, tossing his bag to the butler who stood next to him and caught it with a somewhat perturbed expression. "I'm afraid youll have to settle for just me today." Ailim added with a smile. She nodded to the maids who curtsied as she walked in, followed by Magnus and Simon.
The maids, who had followed them inside the room with a wave from Ailim, stood shoulder to shoulder in front of Holm's mother as she instructed them to retrieve tea and sandwiches. They curtsied and backed out of the room, pulling the doors shut behind them. Holm quirked an eyebrow and noted, not for the first time, that his mother was uniquely good at instructing the servants as well as any high-born Nephilim. Must be the bossiness, he thought to himself sourly as she came over and looked at him sternly where he sat in the arm chair. He sighed, lifted himself up, and threw himself down on the couch in-between Magnus and Simon while his mother took her seat in the arm chair.
Ailim set her hands neatly in her lap and looked at them curiously, but her expression clearly meant business. "Well now, gentlemen, I must be honest with you, I am curious as to the reason you're here. My son clearly was able to find you, and I expressly instructed him to have all his questions done within the time I allowed." She said sternly.
Holm felt a muscle in his jaw twitch. He opened his mouth to snap back, but was interrupted as Magnus spoke. "And he did, Ailim. Actually, it was me who asked to speak to you." He said with a haughty expression. Ailim seemed surprised at being addressed by her first name, but didn't seem put off by Magnus's tone of voice. He continued. "The fact of the matter is that I am quite interested in your son."
His mother quirked an eyebrow and her eyes flashed over to Holm. "How so?"
"Clary was my sister-in-law, of sorts. And I was a friend of her mother. I even watched Clary grow up." Magnus said with a serious expression. "Simon here is a childhood friend. Clary's sister-in-law was his wife, so to speak. We were all very close to Clary. And we hadn't heard anything about her and her family in close to a hundred years until Holm."
"I see." His mother said with a genuine sympathetic expression. "But I still don't see-"
"Clary's diary belongs to Holm." Magnus interrupted. "For more reasons than that it is a relic of the Lightwood family. Holm looks almost exactly like Jace. I thought I was seeing a ghost when he showed up at my door. Holm was clearly meant to have it." He finished with a serious expression. "I lost track of the Lightwood family after Clary and Jace had died. The fact is that Simon and I both need that diary around. And that won't happen if Holm goes off to the Academy."
"It's like, hearing Clary again. When you read the pages of the diary, it's like she's standing there again, speaking to you. We didnt even know Clary had written a diary. She kept it a secret even from Jace. So we thought she was lost to us forever." Simon put in, leaning back. "I was human once. I wouldn't have become what I am, a vampire, if it wasn't for Clary." He added, spreading his arms. "Not that I'm saying that that's a good thing. But it allowed me to stay in Clary's world. Only after she died and the years passed like days and gradually people forgot about her did it all begin to seem like a dream. Clary and Jace didn't even seem real anymore. I hadn't even spoken to Magnus for almost twenty years until a few days ago."
"I understand, but Holm cannot just drop out of the academy. He must finish his education." Ailim said, her expression troubled now.
"But of course. A Shadowhunter's education is everything to him. Which brings me to my next suggestion." Magnus piped in, his arms crossed.
"And that is?"
"That Holm be allowed to live and finish his education at the Brooklyn Institute under the supervision of the Cromwells."
"The Cromwells! You're not talking about Nicolas and Trif Cromwell, are you?" His mother exclaimed.
"The very ones."
"But they taught me in my Academy days. I thought they were retired."
"They have agreed to take in Holm as a favor to me." Magnus said.
"Well, this changes things." Ailim said, her expression serious. She turned to Holm. "Is this what you want? Are you sure?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I want this. I still have tons more stuff I want to know. I need to know." Holm replied, his arms crossed.
"But what about your sports, your dueling, your friends?"
"I can hunt demons in Brooklyn. If I have that I don't need to duel. And friends are trivial." He said, his voice going slightly cold. Ailim's eyes flashed with concern, but it was gone a second later.
"If it's what you want… I guess I can't say anything. Especially considering it's the Cromwells." She replied, defeated. Her expression as slightly troubled. "If it was any other people but Professor Trif and Professor Nicolas I probably wouldn't think on it."
"Are you serious? Really? I can go?" Holm asked, more excited than he could remember being in a while.
"I don't see any problem with it." She said, but then hesitated. "Well, perhaps I should speak to your father about it first."
"Speak with me about what?" A voice spoke from the back of the room. Holm's head snapped around to find his father standing by the door, his hair wet from rain, shrugging off a long coat.
"Ilex!" His mother exclaimed, standing. "What are you doing back so early?" She asked, walking over to him and placing her hands on his chest. He griped her by the upper arms and kissed her on the lips lightly, not at all bothered by the fact that they were being watched by their son, a warlock, a vampire, and two maids who stood by the door with trays of tea and cucumber sandwiches.
"I was told to come back." When Ailim's expression became alarmed, he chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not fired or anything." He turned to the maids. "Set it on the table and leave us." He commanded, his noble bearing coming through. The maids did as he said and quickly retreated from the room.
"Why did they tell you to come back?" Ailim asked, her expression concerned.
"I'll explain later." He breathed into her ear and turned back to the rest of them. "What did you want to discuss with me?"
Magnus, Simon, and Ailim explained everything to Ilex while Holm stood by, trying to get a word in but unable to. It was only until his father turned to him and looked at him seriously, his glasses sliding down his nose, that Holm was able to speak. "This is what you want?" His father asked and Holm was startled to see surprise and confusion in his father's face.
"It is." Holm only said, putting aside the sarcastic comment he had been saving.
Ilex's expression abruptly morphed into something else that Holm could not recognize. It was finally decided that Holm could be allowed to live and be educated at the Institute. It was only until the words came out of his father's mouth, however, that the impact of what Holm had just done finally hit him. He never was the type to back out. He was like Jace in that manner, he would learn only later.
"August 10th, 2007
Dear Diary,
It's been a little over two months since I started my training, if you will call it that. So far all I've been doing is exercising and weight training. In the course of two months, I've gained nearly twenty pounds of muscle. I knew it would be hard, but exercising nonstop for two months can be so boring! Thankfully, yesterday was my last day. I had my final fitness test, passed with flying colors, and now will be concentrating on the combat part of my training. According to Robert, from here on out, I will be trained by Maryse with help from Isabelle and Jace. Alec is busy as always with Magnus, so I haven't seen him around much. He moved in with him two weeks after I started my training, no surprise, and I have to say I'm really happy for them. But they do come by occasionally and watch me with Jace. Maryse says the next part of my training will be concentrating on hand-to-hand combat and has made Isabelle my practice partner.
Training will begin again on Monday, meaning I've been given three days of a break! Yay! Me, Jace, Isabelle, Alec, Magnus and Simon are all going out to celebrate tonight. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait. Of course, at first, all I wanted to do was laze around and sleep the entire three days. But then I remembered that Jace has been holed up at the Institute with me, always watching me train, always carrying me to my bed whenever I fall asleep in the hall (a lot). So Isabelle is taking me shopping in a few minutes to pick out something special for tonight. I'm just jotting this down quickly while she is in the shower. And get this—she's made it so we can go shop in Alicante! Maryse has given us money and obtained a special one-day visa for me to open a portal right into the center of the city. All Maryse had to do was mention my name to get permission. I'm not sure whether I like the idea or not yet. But I do have to admit the advantages.
In other news, I've been given a cat for my birthday. I had always wanted a pet, but the apartment where we lived never allowed them. So Mom and Luke went out to buy one for me as a surprise yesterday. They said that they'd been planning it for a while, and now that I havethe time to care for one, they finally went out and got me one. And it's so pretty! She is a little girl, a grey kitty with these big blue eyes. Her name is Harlow. She is a little skittish, but other than that she gets along pretty well with everyone—well, except Church. Surprisingly enough, Jace absolutely loves her. He is always teasing her, but I found him asleep earlier—taking a nap—with Harlow curled up on his abs. It was so cute (not a word I get to use towards Jace often) I went back out into the hall and giggled myself silly before I ran back to my room, got my sketchbook, and drew a quick sketch of it. But shhh. It's a secret. If Jace knew, he'd be mad.
Oh, Isabelle's out of the shower. I have to go!
Clary. "
Holm sat on the steps leading up to the front door of his house and looked down at the page in the diary. In front of him, his mother was directing servants who were bringing out his numerous suit cases and setting them on the yard in front of the house. Magnus and Simon were being toured through the home by his father. At first Holm had walked around with them before he got tired of it and retreated to read more of the diary. His house was his house, after all. There was nothing new about it, though a every turn Simon and Magus had exclaimed at both how different and how much the same the house was. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that they had been in his home before. He didn't often interact with Downworlders, despite the fact that they could now roam the city as they pleased. One hundred years had changed that, but could still not completely erase the animosity between the two races. He found it a little unreal that both Magnus and Simon had once spoken to, seen, and been friends with the woman whose words had so captured his interest. He supposed he would get used to it.
He heard noise behind him and looked up as his father came and sat down on the steps next to him. "What happened to Magnus and Simon?" Holm asked, carefully shutting the diary.
"I left them with Hobs. They're looking at the garden. I wanted to speak to you." Ilex answered, pulling his glasses from his face and cleaning them with the bottom of his shirt.
"About what?" Holm inquired curiously and a little uneasily. His father didn't often speak to him in so seriously a tone.
"I want you to know that your mothers worried about all this. She thinks your becoming obsessed with the diary." He replied, nodding his head towards it. "But personally I'm glad you're just not obsessed with yourself anymore."
Holm sniffed. "I was never obsessed with myself."
"Ok."
"So why did they send you home early from work?" Holm inquired, glancing sideways at his father.
Ilex was quiet for a brief moment and seemed to shift uncomfortably in his seat before he finally spoke up. "They… think the demons outside Idris were looking for something. The Shadowhunters they sent out came back with reports that as soon as the demons had spotted them they had bailed out of there like bats out of hell."
"That so unusual." Holm muttered to himself.
"I think you were right, Holm." His father said again, his voice dropping as a servant passed by them. "I think someone is controlling the demons. Those demons were mindless. They had to be told to retreat or they would have just attacked those Shadowhunters."
"I told you" Holm replied smugly.
His father shrugged. "I suppose so. But the Council is still reluctant to believe that. They don't want a repeat of Valentine."
"What? Are you kidding me?!" Holm asked, his voice steadily rising in an outraged tone until his father shushed him.
"Shhh!!" Ilex hissed. "That's not what I came to say."
"What? Then what—"
"Shh!" His father shushed him again. "Here it is. Demon levels are on the rise."
"They've been on the rise for centuries." Holm snorted and made to stand. "If that's all—"
His father's hand reached out and snatched him by the sleeve, yanking him back down. "That's not what I meant. I mean the levels of demons popping up all around the world are drastically rising. Just today there was a huge jump in their numbers. Its obvious that someone is bringing them here. Their numbers dont just jump like this. The Council is beginning to slip into a panic."
"How many?" Holm asked slowly, his fists clenching.
"Enough so that even if all the adult Shadowhunters banded together, from all across the globe against all the demons, we would still be severely outnumbered."
"That bad?" Holm breathed, his eyes going wide.
"It's bad, Holm." His father repeated, sighing. He ran a hand over his sleek black hair. "Your mother and I are going back to the Council as soon as you leave."
"Mom knows?"
Ilex shook his head slowly. "No, but she will. I'm telling her later to give you a chance to escape."
"Escape?"
His father let out a soft chuckle. "If you mother finds out that the demon levels have jumped so drastically, she will never let you leave the safety of Alicante."
"Oh, right." Of course. Though his mother knew that he was completely capable as a Shadowhunter, it was true that he was still underage. And his mother will be his mother.
"Come on!" His mother shouted and the two looked out over the yard. She was standing next to Magnus, who was busy opening a portal with Simon standing beside her. He was currently in the process of tossing Holm's trunks through the steadily opening portal.
Ilex and Holm stood, with Holm tucking the book neatly under his arm. "Coming!" He shouted back and started forward. His father stopped him, clapping a hand down on his shoulder.
"One more thing. I'm proud of you, Holm."
Holm turned and blinked. For a moment he just stood there awkwardly. Then he nodded to his father and followed Magnus and Simon through the portal.
Holm had never been inside or even near an Institute. He had hardly ever even left Idris throughout his life. Now he stood in front of the building he would be living in for the next year or so, in a smelly Mundane city. Magnus stood next to him, his arms crossed, leaning his weight all on one leg so that he was slouched over to one side slightly. The ring of the doorbell could be heard from outside the Institute. It seemed to echo through the building, leading Holm's mind to go off into a string of outrageous imaginations as to how the inside looked. He bounced slightly where he stood, more nervous than he could remember being in a long time. He turned to Magnus. "So, why couldn't Simon come?"
"Simon can come only if he uses a projection. Either way, he can never physically be here because of the fact that he is a vampire." Magnus answered. He sighed with frustration and rang the doorbell again.
"Oh. Right." Of course. Holm kicked himself for not realizing it before.
Suddenly above them, there was the creaking of metal. Holm's gaze jumped upwards as a girl, her hair a fiery red, stuck her head out the window and shouted down, "I'm coming! Jesus Christ on a crutch!" She swore as she ducked her head back in the window.
Magnus had leaned backwards and was preparing to shout back when she had ducked back into the building. He scowled and huffed. Holm imagined that he wasn't used to not having the last word.
He was right. As the door was rapidly swung open, Magnus snapped out, "What kind of Shadowhunter talks like that?"
"My kind. And honestly, don't tell me that you give a hoot about how Shadowhunters should or shouldn't speak." The girl said and Holm's gaze went back to her, his eyes widening as he got his first good look at her. She was thin and tall. Like, really tall. She was probably only two or three inches shorter than Holm. But she didn't appear lanky. She was well proportioned, her silhouette long and willowy. Her skin was pale, like porcelain, and it made her fiery red hair stand out that much more. Her face and hair startled him a bit. It wasn't at all like normal Shadowhunter girls, or at least the ones he knew, all of whom took pride in their ability to keep their looks and still kick ass. This girl didn't look as though she cared what people thought of her or not. But she did look like she kicked ass. Her hair was cropped severely short, so that it was shorter than even Holms hair. It was messy, with tufts sticking out here and there, as though she had just gotten out of bed. Her face was different too. She didn't have soft doe eyes like Lark or wide, searching eyes like his mother. They were sharp and very aware, their color a warm brown. Her features were angular and severe.
At first glance she wasn't very pretty. But upon further inspection, Holm found that it wasn't that she wasn't pretty, her looks were just different. Holm struggled to find a way to place it and decided that she was pretty; beautiful, even. Not doe pretty like Lark was but more subtle… dangerous was the word for it. It was a different sort of beautiful. Like, rose beautiful.
"Are you done?" A voice snapped at him. Holm shook his head out of his reverie and glanced around. He discovered that Magnus had already strode into the Institute and was standing behind the girl, who stood with one hand leaning against the doorway. Her severe eyes were narrowed at him.
His eyebrows furrowed and his head came back, indignant. "Done with what?"
"Staring. Quit it." She answered, taking her hand from the door and backing up into the room. She didn't make a smart comment or say that he should take a picture as most girls would have. She just walked away, leaving the door open for Holm to follow. Holm noticed that she was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a baggy sweat-shirt and thought that his earlier assumption of her just rolling out of bed must have been correct. She appeared cranky.
He strode through the door and followed her as the girl went over and spoke with Magnus. "—Didn't know you would be here so early." She said, her voice bitter and irritated.
"It's ten o' clock, biscuits." Magnus said with some sarcasm, but his voice was fond. "What are you doing sleeping so late? You're supposed to be running the Institute while Trif and Corin are away."
"God, you're starting to sound like them, Magnus." She said, running a hand over her short red hair. "Don't act so familiar, you antisocial pariah."
"Who's away?" Holm said, coming to stand next to them.
The girl looked at him sideways, her lips slowly pursing. One of her eye brows slowly raised and she didn't answer, instead looking towards Magnus. "I hope you know I'm doing this as a favor to you, even though Mom and Dad and I haven't seen you for, what, two years? I don't know what you think I'm supposed to do about some spoilt Lightwood brat."
Holm sputtered as he felt heat rush to his face. He scowled and was about to snap back when Magnus spoke.
"Spoilt, yes." Magnus said, nodding. "Hopeless, no. He is top of his class at the Academy."
"I was not trained at the Academy. If a little boy who's had everything handed to him his entire life can make top there now, then a lot has changed since Mom and Dad stopped teaching. I will not be so easy on him." She added, turning and walking down the hall. Magnus followed.
"Little?" Holm repeated in a dry tone and moved to follow. "And what do you mean, I? Aren't your parents the one training me?"
Suddenly the girl whipped around and Holm had to stop abruptly to keep from walking into her. "My parents don't train anymore. They are away on business in Alicante now, even if they did. So youll be pleased to know that I will be the one training you."
"What?!" He exclaimed. She didn't move except to cross her arms. "That's absolutely ridiculous. You can't be older than me."
"No. I'm not. Actually, I'm still seventeen. But the Clave announced me a graduated Shadowhunter three months ago. I've already finished my education." She explained with a smirk.
"But how is that possible?" Holm asked, disgruntled.
"The Clave has declared me an exceptional talent, apparently." She replied, shrugging.
"No, I am an exceptional talent." Holm emphasized. "Your…"
"I'm what?" She said, her cheeks red with anger, her eyes narrowed with a glare.
"Ok, enough, kiddies!" Magnus cut in, moving to stand in between them before a fight could break out. He turned towards Holm, his expression bordering on annoyance and livid. "Holm, this is Frances Cromwell. She is your teacher."
"Francie." The girl bit in, slowly uncrossing her arms. "No one calls me Frances."
"I don't care if your name is Frances, England, Japan, or whatever!" He spat back at her and looked desperately towards Magnus. "You can't be serious! Im supposed to stay here, alone, with this crazy… broad," He spat, "and have her complete my training?"
Francie brushed past Magnus and walked up towards Holm. For a second, he thought she would hit him. But then she placed her hand on his shoulder and walked slowly around him, dragging her hand lightly across the top of his chest. "Scared, Shadowhunter?" She leaned in a bit to whisper before she turned and continued down the hall. A moment later she turned, disappeared around a corner, and was gone.
Holm stared after her, not sure whether to be furious, confused, or turned on. Which didn't happen often. He turned back towards Magnus who gave him an impatient look before following Francie, gesturing for Holm to follow.
Did he say rose beautiful? More like black widow beautiful.
"August 11, 2007.
Dear Diary,
It is six o' clock in the morning. I am up at six o' clock in the morning, on a break day, by myself. I could kill Robert. Now I can't even sleep in on one of the few break days I have. I naturally get up by myself at six o' clock now. It completely sucks, but I guess on the upside I've caught some spare minutes to write a little something down in here.
Yesterday night was fantastic. After Isabelle had gotten out of the shower, we both got quickly dressed and went to Alicante for shopping. It was as weird as it was when we left a little over two months ago. As we passed people stared, whispered, pointed, and even came up to us. Jace wasn't there (I wanted to invite him, but now that I think about it, he wouldn't have wanted to come, and Isabelle didn't allow it anyway) so I didn't get nearly as much attention as when I was walking with him. But it was still a little awkward. After we got over it, though, I had plenty of fun, surprisingly. Shopping in Alicante isn't much different from shopping in Brooklyn stores, except that there is no electricity. The clothing style is different, though. Strangely enough, I think I like it. I'm not sure how much money Maryse gave Isabelle to dish out but we both were able to afford a designer evening gown, three complete outfits (with shoes and accessories), a haircut, a manicure and pedicure, and lunch at a street side café to boot. And yes, they do have salons in Alicante. They're even better than any of the salons I've ever been to in Brooklyn. I came out of that place with bouncy, thick, movie star extensions that brought my hair down the middle of my back. It felt so good and I looked like something out of a John Frieda commercial. Of course, I didn't have much say about it. As soon as we got into the salon Isabelle sat me down, took the stylist to the corner, and began to speak to him, gesturing towards her head with big movements, and pointing at me. She herself came out with a pin straight style and bangs cut straight across her forehead. She looked like an Egyptian princess.
When we got back it was almost seven. Our hair was already finished so all we had to do was get dressed and go. The boys were waiting for us outside the Institute. Magnus was standing there with his arm around Alec. Isabelle immediately went over to Simon and I went to Jace. He just stared at me with the same look he gave me that night we went to Magnus's party. I was worried for a second but then he put his arm around my waist and pulled me next to him (look at me, blushing while I write this). "Your hair…" He said, burying his face in my new, long thick curly locks.
I could only blush and stutter out, "What?"
"It's beautiful."
Yeah. I know, Diary. I am the luckiest girl in the world.
The rest of the night was spent at the Pandemonium. Jace doesn't dance, and that's perfectly fine with me, because neither do I. Instead we sat at the table, people watched, talked, and listened to music. The entire night Jace had his arm around my shoulder, shooting smug glares at some of the single guys roaming through the club while running his hands wonderingly through my new hair. Simon and Isabelle danced most of the night, with Isabelle stabing murderous glares towards a group of girls who came up to flirt with Simon. Neither Magnus nor Alec danced either, and they sat with Jace and I throughout the evening.
We got home to a furious Maryse at around one o' clock in the morning. Alec, Magnus, and Simon had all gone home so me, Isabelle, and Jace got the brunt of her fury. We all stumbled to bed after that. After about half an hour, when he was sure Maryse and Robert was asleep, Jace came to my room. We were both tired so we just ended up flopping down and falling asleep. But it was a good sleep. Or, more specifically, it will be. Now I'm tired again. *flops down dead*
--Clary."
"Its beautiful." A voice read over his shoulder and Holm jumped, spinning around. He was sitting in the study in the Institute, reading the diary. Francie was standing behind him, leaning over his shoulder, her eyes on the diary page. Holm grimaced and angrily slapped the diary shut.
"What?" He snapped. She leaned back and crossed her arms. He noticed that she held a book and dagger in her arms.
"Magnus went home. What is that?" She asked, not paying the least bit of attention to his tone.
"Nothing." He said, standing.
"That's that diary Magnus told me about, right?" She said, reaching for it. Holm scowled and backed up a step.
"No."
"It is. I learned about Clary from my parents."
"It's not."
She raised an eyebrow at him and sighed. "Come on. We're starting." She said, turning and striding towards the library.
"Starting what?" Holm griped, but followed her out.
"Your training."
dun Dun DUN!! Another cliff hanger, of sorts! :D This one is not as painful though, so not to worry. Something seems to be going on with those demons huh? And how will Holm react to Francies training? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT! Dont you touch that remote! grr...
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