''Who are you?''
''I am many things, but for tonight, I am your knight in shining armor.''
''Really? Doesn't seem like it.''
Olivia Fray's life was mundane. Simply and easy. She had a loving family, a degree in psychology, and her plans for her futu...
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Chapter Nineteen- Tears and Laughter
''Imogen Herondale, the Inquisitor, is wary of you?''
''Yep.''
''Izzy and Ian are on trial?''
''Yeah.''
''No one knows where Jace and Clary are?''
''Yes.''
''The Mortal Cup is missing?''
''It's not missing, it's with them.'' Olivia huffed and leaned back in her chair. ''And why are you asking me these questions when I already told you everything?''
''Sorry.'' Simon smiled sheepishly. ''Still in shock.''
She bit her lip and looked down at her phone. Alec had told her that he would keep her updated with Ian and Izzy's trail news, but till now, he hadn't called or texted her even once, no matter how many messages she sent.
It worried her, greatly and deeply worried her.
''Stop nibbling on your lip, you'll make it bleed,'' Luke said.
''Yeah, and then I'll have the unsuppressed desire to drink it,'' Simon added and started fidgeting in his seat. ''I don't wanna do that.''
Olivia scoffed and placed her head on the table. She wanted to go back to the Institute to be with Ian and Izzy during their trials, but she knew Luke and Simon wouldn't let her go. She also knew that even if she did somehow manage to go, it would be of no use because Alec would send her right back as soon as he'd see her.
She sighed and gnawed at her cheek.
She was stuck. She was stuck so badly.
''They are gonna be fine, Liv.'' Luke assured her, ''Alec's there with them.''
''He can't do anything, Luke,'' Olivia stated and lifted her head up before again sighing. ''None of us can.''
''Liv-'' Luke started but got cut off as the doors of Jade Wolf suddenly flew open and Clary-- and a man Olivia didn't know-- came rushing in. In between them, with his arms looped around their shoulders, was Jace, who, much to Olivia's shock and horror, looked half dead.
''We need help!'' Clary exclaimed as she and the man quickly-- and gently--placed Jace down in an empty booth.
Olivia instantly stood up and rushed towards them. ''Jace,'' she whispered, kneeling in front of him and placing her hand on his cheek. His eyes, at her touch, fluttered open. ''Olivia,'' he breathed out and smiled. He was going to die, he knew that, but he was happy. Most Shadowhunters usually died alone-- in battles or in missions-- but he had gotten the chance to be surrounded by the people he cared about. He had gotten the chance to see her one last time. What more could he ask for? ''Olivia, Olivia, Olivia.''
