Sorry about the short chapter. There's an epilogue coming up and I'm working on that right now. So yeah. I'm not Cassandra Clare. Enjoy.
The next morning, everyone packed their bags and they quickly left. Everyone, including Alice, Lottie, and Clarkson, piled into the car. No one wanted to be near that place for awhile. They hurried back to New York to make sure their friends were alright. Lottie and Clarkson stayed in an apartment near Clary's. She wanted to make sure they were safe.
As soon as they arrived in New York, Clary ran to Simon's apartment. She banged on the door until she realized she had the key. She fumbled with it for a moment. Sighing as it slid into place, she busted open the door to find a sleepy eyed Isabelle walking to the door. "Clary! You're back early. What's up?" Isabelle knew her so well.
"You're alright? No one attacked you?"
"No. Why? What happened to you? You're not usually this frazzled. Come inside. It's freezing out there."
"Only you would find 65 degree temperatures freezing Izzy," Clary laughed. Izzy scowled and went into the kitchen to make two mugs of coffee. When she returned, she handed one to Clary and sat down on the couch next to her.
"Spill. Now. Before Simon wakes up." Clary told Isabelle what had happened. Izzy didn't say much during the report and was silent for a few moments after.
Simon walked in and stretched. "Izzy, why are you awake so early?" He yawned. Simon didn't need glasses anymore since becoming a Shadowhunter. Clary couldn't help but notice his perfect abs when he shirt rode up as he stretched.
"That's my husband you're staring at," Izzy whispered. Clary jumped and laughed. SImon's head snapped up.
"Clary? What are you doing back so early?" Clary sighed and curled up on the couch for a nap while she let Izzy do the explaining. "So what about your parents?"
"Jace went to check on them," was the last thing Clary said before she fell asleep soundly after a restless night.