The Inbetween part 1

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Chapter 27

As Jace pulled his seraph from the stomach of the last demon, giving the slowly crumpling creature one final kick, he scoffed, a smirk curving at his lips. "Too bad whoever summoned these bastards didn't expect us to have a freaking hellhound on our side!" His voice rang out loudly toward the end of his statement.

"I'm definitely getting one when this is all over," Simon said as a matter of fact.

"And where exactly do you plan on keeping it?" Asked Izzy. "You can't exactly keep it in the Institute."

"Why don't you let me worry about that," said Simon, the beta seemingly already concocting a 'foolproof' plan that would aid him in this, his latest endeavor.

Izzy, thoroughly enamored as she was, could only roll her eyes at her mate's antics.

"Are you alright?" Asked Magnus, the warlock taking notice of Jace's ripped and blood-stained shirt as he, Ragnor, and a now much smaller Chairman meow, once again joined the group of chattering shadowhunters

"Oh, that..." Jace turned around, lifting his free hand to reach across himself, touching his shoulder. "It's nothing, just a scratch."

He didn't even flinch as he poked at the wound, but Magnus wasn't about to accept his nonchalance and neither was Clary, the redhead only just now taking notice of the wound herself. Her face immediately darkened with worry. "Why didn't you say something!?" She squeaked.

"Because I'm fine," Jace assured her, his voice just as high-pitched. And when Clary clamored to examine the wound, he grabbed her trembling hands and pulled her into his embrace. "I'm fine, I promise," his voice now only but a whisper.

Magnus immediately went to work, carefully examining Jace's wounds for any signs of poison, which thankfully there was none, much to everyone's relief, before he went ahead to heal him. If Jace gets hurt, then Alec gets hurt. And maybe it was selfish of him that this was his first thought, but, it wasn't something Magnus was going to let happen, not if he could help it.

"What about you?" Asked Jace, taking note of Magnus' slightly more disheveled than usual appearance. "You good?"

The warlock gave him a curious look, as if silently asking him if he was serious. Then, when Jace raised his brows, still expecting an answer, he replied simply, "Couldn't touch me." But despite his smugness, Jace could tell that dispelling the Brood mother had indeed taken some effort, even if Magnus would never admit to it.

After securing the perimeter and making sure that no one else was injured, the group wasted no time continuing their journey. They didn't have to walk very far.

"I just have to figure out a way to keep him glamoured," Simon was explaining to Izzy in his bid to convince her of why him getting a hellhound wasn't the worst idea in the world, when suddenly...

"Well, this is unexpected," Jace drawled, coming to an abrupt stop, the others following suit. They'd suddenly reached a dead end; hitting a brick wall, quite literally.

"Is this supposed to be here?" Asked Clary.

"I'm not sure," said Magnus, the warlock appearing somewhat confused as he scanned the wall. His brows knitted together in concentration as he stepped forward with one of his arms outstretched, allowing his palm to ghost over the hard surface. He could feel the power emanating from it.

"When I made contact with Alec using the Adamas, there was a long corridor. The walls were made up of bricks, very much like this one," Jace explained, watching alongside the others as a burst of magic shot from Magnus' hand to spread out across the wall.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 03, 2023 ⏰

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