~Magic, love and betrayal~
Lisa Cartwright's mundane life, as a demon-killing shadowhunter, was shaken at its foundations by a series of mysterious murders. As she starts her quest, determined to find the cause of these assassinations, she finds th...
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"It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing." -Sarah J. Maas
Billy was already waiting for them in front of the elevator, as if he knew where they were going. The dog wanted to come along at all costs, they squeezed themselves into the elevator. Arriving downstairs, the dog ran to the front door and started barking. Luckily there were no tourists at the time or they would have seen a dog appear out of nowhere. Anna ordered the dog to sit, as she had just done with Lisa. But the dog didn't listen. Jonathan opened the door and there stood Moira, cheerful as ever. She was wearing a green tank top with black jeans, from which her tail was sticking out. Lisa realized that she will now also have to cut holes in all her clothes, to make room for the wings.
"I was going to come the day before yesterday, but with all that fairy-" Moira looked at her sadly. "How are you now?" Lisa was speechless. Lisa had slept all day because of the dagger's wound, which is why Moira hadn't shown up. She glanced at Thomas. "And who may this be?" she asked no one in particular.
"Thomas Ashdown, Centurion," he introduced himself, only now noticing that Lisa was wearing his uniform. Would he always walk around like this, ready to fight? Moira didn't pay much attention to him, which seemed to make Thomas nervous. "The warlock of Antwerp?" he asked, suddenly appearing beside her.
"One of many," Lisa replied.
"Oh my Heaven!" cried Moira when she finally noticed Lisa's wings. She shoved her purse into Jonathan's hands, who looked at it bewildered. Moira studied her wings, if anyone knew about it, it was Moira. "I haven't seen this in a hundred years!" she exclaimed. The elevator came to a stop with an unmistakable squeak. Oh no, thought Lisa, more disaster tourists. Billy walked to the elevator door, wagging his tail. The roguish duo Arthur and Olivia stepped out of the elevator in amazement.
"Ah there you are," Olivia said as she walked towards Anna. Suddenly they both stopped, looking at Moira studying Lisa's wing.
"Uh," was all Arthur could say.
"What is that?" Olivia pointed at her open-mouthed. Lisa looked angrily at the ground, again she had to answer for something for which she had no explanation. She just needed answers, not questions.
"That's Lisa in a morning mood," Anna said with a deadpan voice. She looked intently at her friend, this was not the time for jokes. But she was too busy staring at Olivia.
"These look like angel wings," Moira said hesitantly, "but they could also be fey wings-" So Lisa wouldn't get any wiser either.
"Did we miss something?" Arthur wanted to know.
"Lisa just jumped off the roof," Jonathan explained. He sounded cool, but she could tell by his face that he was just as shocked as she was. She still thought it was a dream.
"And then they just showed up?" Moira queried. Lisa nodded, how was that even possible? Moira took some time to think. "That Brownie's dagger, was it poisoned?"
