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"You did what?" Alec shouted, looking at his sister in disbelief.
"I did what I had to do. You heard what Clary told us about Will, we needed information and Kaelie was the only one who could investigate for us."
Isabelle was standing proud, her head held high, defying everyone with her gaze. They were in the library, waiting for Kaelie to arrive and they were all looking at her like she suddenly grew two heads.
"You had no right Izzy." Jace was livid, his golden eyes glowing with anger. He was standing beside Clary who was sitting down trying to recover some strength, still pale and weak. "I never told her you people figured it out, you could have jeopardized everything!"
"Except that I didn't." She replied, closing her fists. She knew that moment would arrive since she talked with the pixie, she knew her family would disapprove. "She was surprised but she was expecting it. She told me she knew you would tell us everything since she agreed to help."
"Izzy, you took a big gamble this time." Simon murmured shaking his head. "You could have scared her, made her run. Or made her change her mind."
She turned to him to reply but Clary's voice interrupted them. "It's done." She said, looking at her. "And now I consider us even, Izzy, because I should really beat your ass into next month for this. Jace worked a lot to win her trust and you—"
"Look, Kaelie sounded scared at the phone." Isabelle interrupted her. "Whatever she found out, it's worth the risk of coming here in broad daylight. And you know I would have never done something like this if I didn't have the feeling we had no time to waste. What you told me about Jiliel scared me and I'm not easily scared."
"It could have been a lie." Magnus told her, leaning back against his chair. "Something to mess with Clary's mind. He thought she could never verify it."
Isabelle rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up but before she could reply, they heard the Institute doorbell ring. Jace left the library without a word to open it and for some moments only silence filled the room. They were nervous, afraid of what the fairy would tell them: what if the Queen was indeed using William for something dangerous, ready to discard him the moment he wasn't useful anymore?
Simon walked to Isabelle and ran a comforting hand on her back with a sigh. He understood her more than anybody else and he knew why she had to act like she did: Izzy would never forget that her brother died because she didn't listen to him, because she didn't investigate when Max told her about somebody climbing the towers in Alicante. No way she would let anything happen to William, not now that she knew he was alive, not now that he could be saved. Will wouldn't be another Max.
Jace opened the door after running all the way to it. Whatever brought Kaelie there was so urgent that it couldn't wait until that evening when he could go to her without raising suspicions. Thinking that William could be in danger was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine and when he saw Kaelie's expression his fear intensified.
"Come in." He invited her, closing the door when she stepped inside. It wasn't the first time the fairy visited the Institute but the other times everybody thought of her just as Jace's date while in reality she was following her Queen's order and keeping an eye on him. Now she was tense and even though she was trying to stay calm it was obvious she wasn't. She was suddenly regretting coming all the way there: what was she thinking? Why couldn't she just call Jace and ask him to come to her place? Was the Cold Peace not enough to teach her how Shadowhunters treated those who crossed them?
Jace looked down at her noticing she was shaking and raised a hand to hold her arm reassuringly. "Nobody will hurt you, I promise. You're under my oath of protection and they know it, you're safe here. Whatever you say, whatever is happening, this won't change. And if you need a place to stay, if you're in danger, this is your home Kaelie, I promise you."
"They'll hate me Jace, and they are right. I was part of all that happened."
"But now you're helping us." Jace raised her chin with his finger and made her look at him. "Kaelie, I hated you in the beginning. I hated what you were supposed to do, keep me away from Clary, report my every move. But then I came to know you, and you're so much better than you think: you're compassionate, your heart craves for justice, you love your people. You're doing this for the Fair Folk because they deserve so much more than what's happening now. Don't forget that. And don't underestimate yourself, you're much braver than you think. I admire you."
"Really?" She tried to smile, but it came out weak. Jace nodded and she sighed. "Is Clary alright? I heard my brother the other night telling the Queen he punished her for attacking him. I know him, he's ruthless and cruel. I know what "punishment" means to him."
His eyes glowed of a dangerous glint for a second, but he stayed calm. "She's fine now, she healed. But I won't let it happen again."
"He's my brother, Jace." She whispered, perfectly reading between the lines. "Helping you save your son is one thing but if that time comes, I'll protect Jiliel no matter how wrong he acted."
"I know." It was all he answered, but it was enough: they were on the same side for now, but in the future that would change and even though she never wanted to fight him she wasn't willing to let him kill her brother, her family.
"Let's go." She told him after a moment of silence. "And if Magnus Bane isn't here, I suggest you call him. He could help me shed some light on what I found out."
They took the elevator and quietly walked to the library. Step after step, Kaelie held her head a bit higher, preparing herself for the hateful glares of the Nephilim. I'm doing this for my people, she kept repeating to herself, I'm doing this because a war now would destroy us. I'm doing this because what the Queen is doing is wrong. I'm doing this because—
The sound of the library door distracted her from her thoughts and when she stepped inside she felt like a convict taken before the jury who would condemn her: Clary was sitting down, the judge unwilling to show any mercy. Isabelle and Simon were on her right and Magnus and Alec on her left. Every eye was on Kaelie and none of them was friendly.
The pixie took a deep breath and stepped inside, grateful that Jace was still standing beside her instead of joining his friends.
"I can't stay long so I'm going to make this short and assume you're all up to date with everything that happened." She didn't greet them, nor they greeted her: this wasn't a friendly meeting, just an exchange of information from temporary allies. She kept her voice steady; she wouldn't look weak in front of all those Shadowhunters. "First of all, the child is fine and healthy. He spends his days playing with our little ones and he's cared for. I saw it myself."
She paused when she heard a snort coming from Alec but she expected it. Of course William would be better with his family, they were all thinking that. She looked at Clary who was still sitting down with a blank look in her eyes and chose to keep talking looking at her and ignoring everyone else; she was probably the worst choice to focus on, but she was the kid's mother.
"Jiliel told you your son was mistreated: I assure you he was lying. But," she sighed, "the Queen is using him for something. That's true."
"Kaelie." Jace stepped in front of her. "Is she hurting my son?"
The pixie looked unsure and turned to Magnus. "I don't know. But maybe your warlock friend can help us figure it out."
"Me?" Magnus raised his eyebrow.
"I saw something yesterday night, something I can't explain: it looked like magic, so maybe you can understand it."
"Mhm." Magnus stepped closer and took the fairy's hand guiding her to a chair. He ignored the surprised glances of his friends and focused on Kaelie. "Alright. Explain what happened and be as detailed as you can."
"Wait." Clary talked for the first time, standing up. She was pale but her green eyes were flaming. "Jiliel spoke about blood. He told me William is alive because he's Sebastian's nephew. The magic you saw was blood magic? Is she binding my son to her like Sebastian did with Jace years ago?"
A dead silence filled the room because they all remembered what happened and that it took a miracle, a sword from Heaven, to free Jace that time. And Glorious was gone forever. But Kaelie shook her head even though the troubled look in her eyes remained.
"Not that I know of. And not to her anyway." She sighed and looked down. She was about to betray the most important secret of her Queen and she couldn't help but feel guilty about it. "I don't know where to start to be honest."
"How about the beginning?" Magnus said, taking charge of the conversation. He was the most suitable person probably, as he was the only one who spoke in favour of the Fairies after the Dark War. He was furious about what happened to William, but his centuries of life taught him nothing was always just black or white.
There was a long silence before Kaelie finally started to talk again. "When the Dark War ended, when we discussed the "peace" terms," her voice was flat but one could detect the sarcasm in it, "I came to represent the Fair Folk instead of the Queen. Do you remember that?"
Magnus nodded. "I always wondered why. I never thought about you as an ambassador."
"I am one of her ladies in waiting but as our ruler it was her duty to attend herself. She didn't for a very specific reason." She took a deep breath and then she whispered. "She didn't want to be seen, especially by the Shadowhunters."
Kaelie looked around but nobody was talking, apparently they still didn't understand. She would be forced to say it out loud. "She was pregnant."
She closed her eyes, hiding her face in her hands while around her chaos erupted.
"What?" Clary shouted, her eyes wide in shock. Isabelle and Alec shared a look and Simon went to Clary, grabbing her arm: she looked ready to assault the fairy.
"She was pregnant." Jace repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "And Sebastian was the father."
"She found out just before he died. She wasn't showing yet, but she didn't want to take the risk. Who knows what the Nephilim would have done, had they knew."
"I think we all know what they would have done." Magnus quietly replied. "They exiled Helen Blackthorn just because she had fairy blood. They gave up on Mark Blackthorn for the same reason. And we all remember how they treated Clary and Jace, because of Valentine. A son of Sebastian Morgenstern would have never been allowed to live."
"Daughter." Kaelie whispered. "It was a girl."
"What does it matter that Sebastian had a daughter?" Jace asked, visibly shaken. "What has William to do with it?"
"Blood." Clary answered, gritting her teeth. "So Jiliel was telling the truth, it was about blood. My son and that little monster are related."
"She's not a monster." Kaelie raised her head, springing up from her chair. "She's just a baby. And we thought she died six months after her birth. She was an infant."
"No offspring of Sebastian could ever be just an infant." Clary objected, her face carved in stone. "Not with his blood in her veins. And I swear, Kaelie, if the Seelie Queen is using that blood to hurt my son, I—"
"It's not like that!" The fairy shouted, shooting daggers with her eyes. Magnus got a hold of her arm and gently held her, placing himself between her and Clary.
"You said the baby was supposed to be dead. I take it that she isn't? And why would you think that?"
"The Princess was sick." Kaelie explained. "She was always weak and suffered strong fever all the time. She was never healthy. One day she was just… gone. The Queen told us she died and she never spoke of her again. We all knew she deeply loved her baby and never asked her anything."
"Love?" Isabelle bitterly laughed. "You need to have a heart to love, pixie."
"And you know everything about my Queen, don't you Nephilim?" Kaelie replied, venom in every words. "I was there when the Princess was born. I was there when she was sick. I was there when the Queen told us she died. I was there the entire time. She was a mother: she loved and she suffered, like every mother."
"And yet she didn't hesitate to tear my son away from me." Clary growled. "So now cut the crap and tell me what is she doing to William."
Kaelie turned to Magnus again. She had expected a strong reaction to her story, but the open hostility was making her really regret telling them everything. "I followed my brother yesterday night: he was carrying the child to a part of the Court I never visited. The Queen was waiting for them in a place carved out of stone, hidden below her bed chamber and there was an altar in there. The Princess was on that altar, closed inside a crystal, like a coffin. She was still as I last saw her and I think she was sleeping."
"Snow White all over again." Simon muttered. "But isn't she a bit young to be waiting for the kiss of her true love?"
Nobody replied, maybe Clary was the only one to actually get the fairytale reference but all of her attention was on the pixie.
"And then something happened and I don't know what that is. The Queen placed William's hand on the crystal, she whispered something and a golden light raised from the child and circled the altar. Then it was sucked inside the crystal. She did it several times and then the glow just disappeared. The last I saw before running away, the Princess herself was glowing with that golden light. And I have no idea of what that means."
Silence fell on the library and Jace walked to his wife, sliding a hand on her waist and making her lean against his chest; she needed the support and he needed to have Clary nearby, to feed on her strength like he always did.
"Magnus," he whispered. "What is she doing to our son? Is William in danger?"
The warlock didn't answer, leaving Kaelie's side and pacing around, deep in thoughts. Alec followed him with his eyes, silently suggesting everybody to be quiet and let Magnus think. The warlock's eyes were closed, his head low as he kept walking muttering something they couldn't understand.
"You told us the baby was always sick." He finally said, still pacing. "Then she was supposed to be dead. And yet she was frozen inside the crystal you saw, still the same age of her "death". My guess is the Queen operated some fairy magic on her to keep her alive while she looked for a way to heal her sickness. That's the crystal function, it keeps her alive but it also prevents her from growing up. And it prevents the sickness from progressing. If the baby was dead, the Queen would be doing something very different to bring her back."
There was no need to specify what, they all remembered Sebastian's resurrection.
"But that doesn't explain William's part in all of this."
Magnus turned to Alec, nodding. "Jiliel told Clary she was lucky her son had Sebastian's blood. But we all know Sebastian was experimented on and his blood was demonic; William's is angelic. Very angelic, given his parents. And yet that baby is his cousin. They are family. They are compatible."
Clary gritted her teeth at the notion but didn't comment.
"So, we have a very sick baby and an healthy one, giving her something. And that golden glow makes me think about one thing in particular William could be giving her."
"His blood." Alec whispered, paling. "The Seelie Queen is extracting William's blood to cure her daughter."
"Not extracting." Magnus shook his head. "If it was something like that, Will would be sick in no time, but Kaelie says he's perfectly healthy. The Seelie Queen is using some magic to share Will's blood without hurting him. And I suspect the reason she's doing it is because the baby's blood is what's causing her sickness."
"Her blood?" Kaelie asked, looking perplexed.
"Sebastian was a Shadowhunter. As corrupted as his blood was, he still had an angelic part of it, it was part of his DNA. He must have transferred both his angelic and demonic blood to his daughter. Inside of him the demonic blood was dominant. In the baby it probably isn't, so we have a demonic part, an angelic one and a fairy one. There's bound to be some conflict."
"That's why the Queen told Jiliel that had Sebastian been alive it would have been different." Kaelie said, now nodding in understanding. "She's trying to replace the Princess' blood. With Sebastian, she would have tried with his demonic blood, but now that he's gone her only hope is the angelic one."
"Yes." Magnus nodded. "If William's blood overwhelms Sebastian one, the baby will just have angelic and fairy blood in her; those two doesn't fight, the baby would be a full Shadowhunter. She would be healthy as well."
"The Seelie Queen said she needed William to love her daughter, to be willing to do anything for her. That's why she wants to keep him, so that he could always be there if the Princess got sick again for any reason. She's telling him that the Princess is his sister, and William laughed when he saw her. He wanted to touch her, he was smiling while transferring his blood." Kaelie hid her face between her hands again and then passed her fingers through her hair in distress. She wasn't going to tell them the Queen apparently cared for Will like a son, not after what she already heard from the Nephilim: the Queen's feelings were her own.
"Are they bound to each other?" Jace asked, his voice tightly controlled. "Like me and Sebastian were?"
"No, it doesn't work like that." Magnus answered and Jace exhaled a silent sigh of relief. "If anything the Princess is the one bound to William. He's the one giving her his blood, she's not giving anything to him. And yet I'm just speculating. You need to remember nobody have ever been experimented on like you three were, Jace. I'm just assuming here."
"So this could be true or there could be another reason." Clary stated, closing her hands in fists. "We know almost nothing about Fairy magic, it could be anything."
"Yes." Magnus agreed. "But I think it's the most logic conclusion, the one that piece together what Kaelie saw and what Jiliel told you. The only thing that I don't get is this: William's blood isn't clean. He still has the Kohl poison in his system and it was the Queen herself that put it there. Using Will to cure her daughter must have been her plan all along, but she must be truly desperate to give the baby a blood that will poison her for the rest of her life."
"Unless we're right and a definite cure exists." Simon said, scratching his head. "And who better than the Queen could know about it?" He turned to Kaelie trying his best to gentle his gaze. He would probably never forgive her or her kind, but she was helping them, she had willingly came to them knowing she would be insulted and treated with suspicion. "Do you think you could find out if something like that exists?"
The pixie shook her head. "Maybe I could, given time. But we don't have time. That's the other thing I came to tell you about: the Queen is almost ready to attack. I don't know how or when, but it won't be long."
"And why is that?" Jace asked.
"Because the last vampire clan that was still missing, agreed to help last night."
"The vampires." Clary whispered after a long minute of silence. "Then I was right. They allied with the Fair Folk. A match made in Hell."
"The Queen needed allies, someone who would help her. We lost many of our warriors in the Dark War." Kaelie continued, a sour taste in her mouth: she was really doing it, she was betraying her people. "The peace treaty forbade us from having an army and so we had to lay low and ask others to do the job for us. I always wondered what she offered to persuade them to help and I found out yesterday night: she gave the vampires something they craved for since the Daylighter made his appearance."
"Me?" Simon pointed at himself not getting what was going on.
"She promised all the vampire clans that she would gave them Jace and Clary so every vampire who wanted it, could become a Daylighter."
Chaos erupted once again and Jace held Clary close, fighting the impulse to grab a Seraph blade and hold it against whoever would come to tear his wife away from him. Isabelle and Alec were now standing between them and Kaelie like she was the one ready to drink their blood and Magnus and Simon were just stunned.
"How—" Simon began to ask, trying to remember if he ever told anybody about biting Jace on Valentine's ship all those years ago.
"It was Jace." Kaelie answered tiredly. "He told his father about him giving his blood to the Daylighter. And Valentine told Sebastian. The Queen just put two and two together. The angel blood was the only explanation."
"So now they know?" Clary asked, her features tensed and stiff. "Every vampire clan knows about Jace and me?"
Kaelie nodded and Clary closed her eyes. "We'll never be safe again. Not us, not Will… even if we manage to save him, they'll never leave us alone. They'll be out for us till the end of our days. Oh Angel…"
Jace rubbed a hand on her back, trying to comfort her but he was raging inside: it was his fault. If he just kept his big mouth shut with Valentine, this would have never happened. And yet, he couldn't know what the consequences might have been, he was just a seventeen years old boy who was trying to prove a point to his father. But I condemned my family. Clary is right, we'll never be safe again.
"What are the terms?" Magnus asked, the first to recover from the news. "What are the vampires supposed to do? Just fight alongside the fairies when the time comes?"
"They are attacking the werewolves." Kaelie explained. "The Queen knows the werewolves will probably ally with the Nephilim when the war starts: their representative was a Shadowhunter, now he's married to one and has too many ties with them. He would manage to persuade the werewolves to help. So the first step is preventing them to help by killing as many as they can beforehand. Actually, we could say the war already started; it's just that the Shadowhunters weren't attacked yet."
"We must find a way to warn the Council." Alec said, running a hand through his hair. "A war against the Fair Folk at day and the vampires at night would be hell to fight, even with the werewolves on our side, using the Alliance Rune."
Isabelle shook her head. "If we warn the Clave—"
"I know, they'll immediately attack. And William is still down there." Alec closed his eyes, frustrated.
"Back at square one." Simon commented. "We need to get Will back but we need an antidote first. If Kaelie thinks she cannot help with this we must find another way."
"You're still thinking about the Unseelie Court, aren't you?" Isabelle asked, looking at him.
"Do you have a better idea? They are fairies and they hate the Seelie Court. It's our best shot."
"They'll never agree to meet us. The aftermath of the Dark War affected them as well and they are more secluded than the Seelie Court."
"The Unseelie Court isn't a pretty place." Kaelie slowly said, deeply breathing. She turned her back to everyone and lowered her head. "It's dark and mysterious and the Fair Folk that live there are different from us. They are cruel and brutal. Not the kind of people you want to mess with."
"But they could have the information we need. They could know how to cure William." Simon insisted. "Nothing in our books lead us to believe there is a definite cure, but if the Seelie Queen really loves her daughter like you're saying, she wouldn't give her a poisoned blood."
"The Unseelie King is as knowledgeable as the Seelie Queen." Kaelie admitted. "If she knows about an antidote, then so does he. And you're right, he hates our Queen. But he's cunning and devious and he does nothing for nothing. There will be a price to pay and you probably won't like it."
"There's always a price to pay with the Fair Folk." Clary replied taking a step forward. "Tell us how to get to the Court."
"You can't." She said, turning around. Clary was looking at her with barely concealed hatred but she sustained her gaze. "Nobody can, unless a fairy is with them. The Unseelie Court likes its privacy."
"Well then." Clary told her after a moment of silence. "We all know what we need to do, right?"
Nobody talked for a while, as the two women looked at each other in a tense silence. Then Kaelie stepped forward. "Come with me for some minutes. I need to talk to you alone."
"Kaelie—" Jace tried to interrupt but Clary raised her hand.
"It's fine. Let's go out." She didn't say another word and silently led the pixie out. Once they stepped outside the library, Clary followed her finding out she was heading towards the training room. She smiled bitterly thinking about the reason Kaelie knew her way around the Institute, thinking about all the times she had been there to keep her and Jace apart. It looked like everybody trusted her now but she wasn't going to be fooled: maybe she was helping them, but she had her own agenda, fairies always did. She wasn't going to be stupid enough to forget that.
When they entered the training room Kaelie looked around and strolled to the far away wall where the weapons were hanging. She thought about it for a couple of seconds and grabbed a training sword; then in a swift move she turned around and swing it down towards Clary with all her strength. The reaction was instinctive: Clary dodged so quickly that her movements were barely visible and in the blink of an eye the training sword was flying in the air while the Shadowhunter had Kaelie pinned on the floor.
"What the hell!" She shouted, keeping her down. "What did you think you were doing?"
The fairy was trying to get up, sweat streaming down her forehead, the veins in her neck big with the effort but Clary wasn't going to let her go. Finally Kaelie gave up and looked at the Nephilim.
"What do you see Clary?" She asked tiredly.
Clary let her go and got up, looking at her with suspicion. "What do you mean?"
"I tried to attack you, I lounged at you with all my strength and two seconds later I was pinned on the ground. What does this tell you?"
"That you're a horrible fighter?" She answered raising her eyebrows.
"Exactly." Kaelie nodded and sat up, crossing her legs on the floor. "I'm not a warrior Clary. I never was. I'm a court lady if you have to label me something. I'm a waitress. I'm not a fighter."
"Your point being?"
"I'm different from you. You were born a warrior, Clary. You trained like one. You even think like one. I don't have that kind of courage, I never had, I wouldn't know what to do in a battlefield. And still, here I am." She looked up at her, her lips in a thin line. "Here I am, waiting to be killed."
"Dramatic much?" Clary said, a hint of derision in her voice.
"When my people finds out what I'm doing, they'll kill me. Just one hint that I'm betraying them and I'm as good as dead, without a chance to defend myself. My own brother would happily cut my throat to punish me. So stop thinking that I'm having it easy here, because I'm as terrified as I can be knowing that one single misstep is my demise."
"Well, excuse me if I can't pity you." Clary spat in anger. "You're one of the people who took my son and my husband away from me, not to count that you actually wanted to sleep with him. You're one of the bad guys Kaelie and trust me, I'm never going to forget that. You say you changed? Maybe. But I won't buy it until I see it with my own eyes, until William is back home safe and sound."
Kaelie stood up shooting daggers with her eyes. "If I were one of the bad guys we wouldn't be here. I would have forced Jace to remove the marriage runes, I would have him moved in with me and maybe I would be pregnant with his child now, to ensure he could never come back to you. If I were one of the bad guys I would be in my Court telling my Queen about you and Jace not keeping your end of the bargain; I would be laughing every time my brother whips you and trust me, I know he does."
She tried to calm down taking a deep breath. "But I'm not. I'm here because what the Queen is doing is wrong. I'm here because I love my people and this war could be the end of us. I'm here because I don't want my home to become another Edom, with no Nephilim around: I don't like your kind but I like demons even less. I'm here because I want to give you William back."
"You're here because you're in love with Jace and you're hoping he'll forgive you." Clary accused, keeping herself from slapping the fairy. How dared she try to have her sympathy?
Kaelie was stunned for a moment but then she nodded. "I like Jace, that's true. Maybe I'm even in love with him, we have history. But I'm not stupid, I know there is no woman for him, except you. I won't ruin my life waiting for someone who'll never want me back. I want him to be happy, I want him to have his son back and I want to prevent you both spending your lives as vampire lab rats."
"How noble of you." Clary said sarcastically.
"I'll show you the way to the Unseelie Court." Kaelie sighed, nervously wringing her hands. "I'll come with you and seek an audience with the King. There is protocol: I'm a fairy and whatever he thinks of me, he's required to see me. But I want you to understand that I probably won't leave the Unseelie Court alive. They enjoy killing us and I doubt I'll be an exception."
Now it was Clary's turn to be stunned. As much as she hated the pixie she didn't want her dead. "You're walking into a trap just to get us there?"
"And you can't tell Jace." Kaelie firmly replied. "He swore to protect me, he would never allow me to go with you. But the Daylighter is right, the Unseelie King could indeed be the key to save your son, so we have to try: there is no time left to find other solutions. And you have to stop Jace from fighting if I die or it will all be for nothing. The Unseelie Fairies won't harm you: they have no interest in starting a conflict with your kind, they'll let you go."
Clary looked at her for a long time, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes scrutinizing every hidden shadows of Kaelie's face. "Maybe you did change. Maybe you really want to make this right. I'm not ready to forgive and forget, I'll probably never do, but now I get why Jace swore to protect you and be on the Fair Folk side in the Council."
"I just want what's best for my people. The Seelie Queen was a great sovereign in the past but since your brother appeared, it all went downhill. I don't want us to suffer for her mistakes any longer. The Fair Folk can be cunning and cruel but we're not different from the other Downworlders and we shouldn't be treated differently. I just want things to go back where they were before Sebastian Morgenstern ruined it for us."
Clary nodded. "Ok. Let's call a truce for now. We'll deal with everything step by step. First step, the Unseelie Court: you'll show us the way, we'll go in, promise whatever the King wants for his help and then I'll Portal us back to safety in the blink of an eye. Yourself included."
Kaelie opened her mouth to protest but Clary stopped her. "Yourself included. I'm not leaving you there to die and neither is Jace. It's not what we do. And now that this is settled, let's get the hell out of here and prepare to go."
The two women looked at each other for a minute, then Clary did something that left Kaelie stunned: she held out her hand. When she looked up again, Clary was standing there with her eyebrows raised. "Well?"
The fairy nodded and firmly shake the Shadowhunter hand, sealing their deal. "Let's go."