“We have to tell Luke!” Clary says, clenching her fists and running from the room. Jace, Izzy, Alec and Magnus follow. The rest of us exchange a look and run quickly after the others.
“Who’s Luke?” I ask for the thousandth time as Clary rings the doorbell. We stand on the porch of a sweet, little cottage with a sign reading ‘Bookshop’ in swirly letters outside.
“Luke’s my dad.” Clary says, repeatedly and insistently ringing the doorbell. “Well, my stepdad.” She adds.
“I’m coming!” A voice calls from inside the house. “Stop ringing the bell!”
The door opens and a tall man in glasses and a flannel shirt smiles.
“Clary , you are so like your mom; impatient! Stop trying to break my doorbell!”
Clary looks at him and bursts into tears.
“Clary!” Luke exclaims, hugging her. “I’m sorry. I was joking!”
Clary gulps.
“It’s – it’s not that.” She sniffs
“Come in guys,” Luke says, putting an arm around Clary’s shoulders and leading her inside. Jace, Izzy, Alec and Magnus followed them in.
Luke turns around.
“You guys come in too.” He says, smiling, completely unfazed by the four strangers stood on his porch. We go inside.
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The Mortal Games
FanfictionA crossover between divergent and the hunger games, in the point of view of miss Tris Prior. The third (and last) book in the series. Based on The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins, the Divergent trilogy by Veronica Roth and The Mortal Instrum...
