𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍, the firstborn of Jocelyn Fairchild and Valentine Morgenstern, is an alpha Shadowhunter. Her life was perfect-until the uprising shattered everything. She tried to escape her past and start fresh in another wo...
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ ▌[ACHATIUS' APARTMENT]
[Achatius is sipping a drink by the fireplace. Rose approaches Achatius.]
KOL: You were with him.
ROSE: No. He was probably dreaming about me.
ACHATIUS: Uh, no, I wasn't dreaming about you.
ROSE: Did you miss me?
ACHATIUS: I told you I did.
ROSE: Next time you want to send a message like that, use e-mail.
ACHATIUS: I'll admit it was a little dramatic. But it got your attention, didn't it?
ROSE: Being back at the Institute and having to play the girl who watched everyone asses again, it got real old, real fast. I missed our life together.
ACHATIUS: Why did you leave me in the first place?
ROSE: Because I felt like it. I am a Morgenstern and I don't like being told what to do.
[Rose sits down by the fire.]
ACHATIUS: What do you say we take this family reunion on the road? We go to Madrid. Drink Tempranillo and visit the Prado.
ROSE: I would love to visit the Prado! You know, I've always wanted to see those Botch paintings in person.
ROSE: That was a Seelie, wasn't it? Because I will never say 'Botch' as it is Bosch.
ACHATIUS: "Botch"? Botch paintings? It's Bosch, you idiot. Rose would never get that wrong.
ROSE: Whatever, I was close enough.
[Achatius rises and grabs "Rose" by the throat.]
ACHATIUS: Tell me, are all Seelie Nymphs lent out by the Bone Chandelier so boneheaded?
[Achatius throws "Rose" on the ground and she transforms in her original Seelie form again. It's the Seelie Lanaia.]
THEO: If it isn't dear, Lanaia.
LANAIA: It's not my fault the words are lame.
ACHATIUS: Stick to the script. And never mouth off to me.
LANAIA: It won't happen again. I promise. I'll be better.
[Achatius walks to the window and looks in the distance at the Institute.]
ACHATIUS: Don't bother. I was foolish to ever think I could be satisfied with a fake. I suppose I'll just have to get my hands on the real thing.
KLAUS: (in mind) I will cut your hands before.
THEO: Achy being savy! Learning from me aren't you brother?
