Detained [2] 《SHADOWHUNTERS》

Chapter Six

Andina's lungs and throat burned. That was the first thing she noticed upon waking. Her nose hurt as well. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized she was laying face down on something soft. She dug her fingers into the ground and recognized it as sand.

A cough overtook her and she pushed herself up as she choked up something salty. After she stopped hearing her heartbeat in her ears, she noticed the sound of waves lapping at the shore, at her feet. She must have been coughing up water.

She opened her eyes, only to be accosted by the bright morning light. As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was near the docks that belonged to Luke Garroway's pack. She noticed she was alone on the small beach. The events of the previous night flooded back to her, along with a jolt of fear. She had no idea if Jace or Clary had even made it off of Valentine's ship.

Andy gasped for breath once her lungs were cleared, falling onto her back. She stared at the cloudy grey sky for a while to gather herself. She was exhausted and unsure how she was still alive. 

Her leather jacket was gone, as well as her seraph blade. The thin grey tanktop and black pants she wore were soaked, leaving her victim to the chilly breeze that swept off of the water.

Andy stood, wavering on her feet. She figured that if Valentine wasn't looking for her, the Clave definitely was, so she really shouldn't be out in the open. 

There was only one place safe she imagined she could hide that was close enough to be practical. The home of the High Warlock of Brooklyn. His loft wasn't far from the docks, since he liked the view of the finer parts of the city, which he insists you simply can't get from living in the middle of them. The small apartment was currently hidden in an old brick warehouse that had been out of use for years.

Her clothes were almost dry when she arrived at his door, and she was now shivering uncontrollably. The strands of her wet hair that dragged across her shoulders felt like ice, although it was probably no colder out than forty degrees. 

She found that the warlock's door was locked, but after some searching, she found a key hidden behind one of the paintings that hung in the hallway outside of his entryway. After entering, she locked the door again and left the key on the kitchen's island as she passed.

"Magnus?" She called out. Her voice cracked and she regretted speaking. Her throat felt so raw.

There was no reply, so Andy assumed he wasn't home. She wandered through the house until she found Magnus' bedroom. His dresser sat in the corner, an odd black rectangle that didn't have any obvious drawers. When Andy finally managed to open it, she thought she had broken it.

His clothes were all folded neatly inside. Andy was unaccustomed to the organization. Her dresser at the Institute usually looked like a tornado had swept through it. In fact, her entire room was that way.

She reasoned that Magnus definitely had a closet, too, because these were not all of his clothes. There was a very comfortable looking flannel shirt and she decided to borrow it, hoping to warm herself up. She tried to picture a time when the warlock would have worn the flannel, even the thought of it amusing her.

She sat on his bed for just a minute to gather herself. His mattress felt like what Andy imagined sleeping on a cloud would be like. She would only lie down for a moment, she told herself. Only close her eyes for a second...

If she had fallen asleep, she hadn't dreamt at all, because the next thing she knew, she heard the door to the loft opening. Andy jumped up, pulling the flannel around her to savor its warmth as she shuffled out of the room.

She poked her head out of the doorway, spotting Magnus instantly. He was carrying someone in his arms, his tan face painted with worry.

As if sensing someone was watching him, he glanced over to his bedroom door and met Andy's eyes. He blinked in shock, losing himself for a moment. "Andina?"