The Return | Alec Ligtwood - Book 2

I prefer to be a unicorn but, eh...

After the little revelation of Valentine, I just did not know how to behave with Jace. I knew it was not that important to me. In fact, I did not really care but I knew that angel blood mattered a lot to them.

Hell, I still couldn't believe I had some sort of angel blood in my veins.

That was ridiculous.

And yet it was my life.

I remembered Luke's story perfectly. This was a very serious transgression but it also made him stronger.

I went back to my bunk for what seemed like the hundredth time since the famous discussion in the kitchen and gave a look at the bunk where Jace should be just to find it empty.

I turned over on my back raising my arm over my eyes just to stop suddenly in my action at the sight of the new tattoos adorning my arm.

I grimaced in frustration and pure contempt for the drawing before slowly bringing my fingers to trace the outline.

I was trying to recall their meaning from my conversations with Max and realized that I now had what I assumed was an invisibility Rune as well as a silent one.

In my spin, I straightened up on my bunk and began to lift my black tank top to observe each one of them.

Strength, agility, double vision, speed, provide angelic and...

My fingers stopped on the familiar rune adorning my hip making me crinkle my lips by closing my eyes in memory.

Alec.

I let myself think for a moment what he could do and simply could not hold back the small growl to pass my lips. He was probably furious. Oh hell, I did not even want to imagine the treatment he was going to give Clary.

I shook my head knowingly before rising at a determined pace. I may not have changed these runes but I certainly would not stay longer than necessary in this hell.

I was lost, distraught and I probably doubted even more than anyone else but I could not endorse what was happening. What my... my father psychopath was doing.

I had to find Jace and run away as much as I could.

Funny how things recurred. A few months ago, I had projected exactly the same thing. I wanted to run away. Leaving this world of shadowhunters before he swallowed me up.

However, itseems that I was not fast enough. Neither Clary nor I had been quick enough to escape.

For a world where emotions destroyed reason, I had never felt so strongly that since all this disaster had begun.Now I understood that we were simple time bombs. And those were the things that led us.

I wanted to help Jace save the others. Certainly the threat of Valentine was real for them but I could have fought it. I could have...

Who was I even deceiving ?

I was not a warrior and even less a true Shadowhunter. I did not understand half of what was happening right now. How could a man poison the blood of his son before he was born ? How...

None of this made sense to me.

Suddenly, a knock on my door struck me and I turned abruptly on my heels in a defensive position.

One of the disciples entered a few seconds later and I immediately raised an eyebrow, clenching my jaw, already preparing for a fight. "I did not say enter."

"Do I seem to care ?" Squiggled the git exasperating me more as I could see his vicious eyes raking my form with a little too much attention before he suddenly brought his hand towards his pants back pocket.