The Shadowhunter's Angel

Chapter 7: Major Arcana

Kat's POV

"I know where the Cup is," Clary said, barging into my room.

I squinted my eyes open only to close them again. "Try again at a reasonable hour," I muttered, snuggling into my pillow.

The arm around my waist, shifted, signaling Jace moving behind me. "What do you mean you know where the Cup is?"

I groaned, sitting up. "Couldn't this revelation wait until morning? We are all running on fumes."

"Just, come to the living room," Clary demanded, before leaving.

I rolled my eyes, flung the covers off, and walked into the living room. Jace followed behind me, holding my hand. Mags was sitting on the now clean couch, reading a magazine.

"I know where the Cup is," Clary repeated, once we were settled.

"Yeah, we heard you the first time. Where is the Cup?" I snapped. I was running on no energy and she woke me up. I earned grumpy. Jace started pacing while Mags wrapped an arm around me.

"The tarot cards. My mom, she must have painted them years ago, but the Mortal Cup has to be hidden inside the Ace of Cups. The card looks exactly like it," Clary explained. Mags and Jace shared an uneasy glance. "Wait, why aren't you guys happy about this? All we have to do is find... Dot."

"If Dot had the cards when she was taken, we don't have much time," Jace said. "If Valentine gets his hands on the Cup--"

"We know," Mags said, standing up. "If Valentine started creating Shadowhunters or gained control of demons, it'd be like Beyonce riding on a dinosaur through Times Square. People would notice."

"But he can control demons. I've seen it," Clary said.

"Mmm, paying off a few demons is easy, especially since they rarely survive long enough to collect. Opening the gates of hell... that's a little more tricky."

"Besides he can't create new Shadowhunters," I quipped only to receive three confused looks. "The only way for Valentine to create pure Shadowhunters is to use Angel blood, but it has to be pure. If he uses the Angel blood harvested from Downworlders the likelihood of the person becoming Forsaken is like sixty percent. You would have to be stupidly insane to take those odds."

"Valentine doesn't have the cards," Luke said from behind us. "I do. They're in my desk back at the precinct. When Clary went missing, I went to the loft, and I cleared everything out, 'cause I didn't want the Circle to track her."

"Guess my stuff meant nothing," I muttered, under my breath. Everyone looked at me again. "I'm going back to bed," I said, walking out of the room only to be stopped.

"What do you mean you're going to bed? We don't have a plan to get the cards back," Clary said.

"Easy. Leave in the morning, and wait for Luke to bring us the cards. Simple. Good night." I ignored Clary's protests and crawled back into bed. A few minutes later, a familiar body joined me. I snuggled into Jace's chest and waited for morning to come.

Morning came way too soon. I begrudgingly got up and dressed in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a blank tank top, and a maroon-red sweater. I threw on a pair of black ankle boots and called it good.

"All right, cards are on my desk. It shouldn't take long," Luke said as we arrived at the precinct.

"All right," Jace said, taking a step forward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It'd be easier to avoid unnecessary attention if I do this alone."

"We'll wait here," Clary said.