Clave PoV
Sitting at the round table listening to everyone argue with each other.
"This threat is too large we should just give them what they want."
The large oak doors swung open and banged loudly when they hit the wall.
Robert Lightwood stormed into the room.
"Why was I not informed there was a meeting?"
He stood at the head of the table staring us all down.
"We thought it was best you not being here as we thought you would be biased in the decision."
"Perhaps I should be the one to decide wether or not I am will be biased since it is my vote that is be taken away."
He walked round to the empty seat and sat. He looked up.
"Please proceed."
"As I was saying this threat is large and I think we should just give them what they want."
Another member spoke up.
"Why so that the next time they want something they will just take it? If we give them what they want they will have control over us!"
Some members agreed by nodding.
"We can't keep arguing about this decisions need to be made.''
Members spoke, argued their point and the verdict was made.
No ones POV
Everyone was in the library, doing nothing when Robert walked through the portal.
"Hi, kids." A few mummers went through the room.
"Jace, Clary can I talk to you?"
"Alone." He added when neither moved.
They walked through the Institute.
"Robert just tell us already."
He sighed loudly.
"The Clave were threatened by who we don't know, but they wanted one thing."
"Clary and Izzy."
