Author's note: I know, it's been forever since I've updated. I'm so sorry about that :(. But I'm back now, and hopefully I'll be able to keep the updates at least within a week of each other! Thank you to all the amazingly wonderful reviewers who keep me writing even when I probably shouldn't be! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own Infernal Devices. As much as I would love to have a Jem all to myself, I don't own Infernal Devices.
Gallant
"If I may, my lady," Will murmured in her ear, "I would be delighted to escort you to your carriage."
The girl in his arms—he thought her name was Abigail—smiled coyly at him. "Who am I to refuse an offer from such a gallant knight?"
He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and merely smiled back while directing her to the edge of the dance floor. The Enclave's annual Christmas party was winding down; the crowd had started thinning almost an hour ago and the ballroom was no longer packed full of people. As Will escorted Miss Abigail—or was it Adella?—past the edge of the dance floor, a suspiciously loud whisper drifted to their ears.
"Can you believe she actually wore that color? It's ghastly!"
Abigail froze in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide and shocked and, most importantly, hurt.
Will turned to face her, shifting half a step back so he could take in Abigail's appearance from the pale hair piled atop her head to the bright yellow dress she wore. He hesitated, the words sticking slightly in his throat. Then he forced a smirk onto his lips. "She makes a valid point."
Abigail remained frozen for one more moment. Then a sound similar to that of a gunshot rang through the ballroom—and Will's head snapped to the side from the force of her slap. Absentmindedly raising a hand to rub his cheek, he watched as she hurried away, obviously fighting tears, and felt a grudging admiration for her aim.
Someone moved to stand beside him. Will didn't have to look to know who it was.
"Really, Will?" Jem sighed. "Again?"
Gibberish
"It's positively astounding," Tessa whispered.
Will and Jem leaned a bit closer to her with matching expressions of expectation. The three of them stood in the library, listening to Henry explain his latest gadget to Charlotte.
Tessa held them in suspense for another moment, then had to fight her smile as she continued. "We all know he is speaking in the English language and all of the words he uses make sense when standing alone. But when he forms sentences with them, all you hear is gibberish."
Will threw his head back and laughed.
A little teaser for the next chapter: the word is "Heaven" and it involves Will! In the meantime, please review and let me know what you think! Trust me, all feedback/fangirly gushing is loved and appreciated!