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chapter thirty. . . angel caused thunder
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HIDING HAD BEEN one thing in which the Morgensterns had always been good at. The one thing that Veronica had always known, even in plain sight she had managed to find it capable to be unfound. Hiding was all they had known. Veronica's hands slid into the pockets of her afina black and purple coat as she walked towards her brother who had been keeping Angel Ithuriel company after his sudden imprisonment he could escape from. The Angel hadn't talk and nor did he plan to talk to either leads of the Circle. Veronica had even questioned why her brother had even tried as he knew that the Angel would speak to someone who he had always had as his favourite. He had been watching her pain for 18 years and his heart broke for her even though he knew he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Veronica smiled cheekily as the Guards in which kept her safe followed behind her whilst dragging along Tatia in the process. Valentine's brow raised at his younger sister who couldn't help but wink at her brother as she believed she could get Ithuriel to talk to them. "Hey, old friend..." She greeted as she pulled her hands out of her pockets as she begun to circle around the Angel. "still as quiet as you were from when we freed you from your entombment, granted you shelter, and this is what we get for thanks?" Cleophas, an old friend had marked her return, killing her way out of the Iron Sister to warn them about the skill in which Clary had acquired.
"Warning Clarissa is futile. You know that. We already have the Mortal Sword." Valentine reminded as the Angel shuddered in fright. "The storm is coming...whether you like it or not."
Veronica nodded for the guards to release Tatia from their hold, she was still captured due to chains that held her hands together and her feet. "I brought you a friend. Tatia..."
"Ithuriel." Tatia's voice croaked as she slowly begun her way forward. Her hair was dry to a frizz, her lips chapped. For 18 years she hadn't be cared for or looked after it. "It's me. It's Tatia..." She crouched down in front of him slowly able to see from the corner of her eye Valentine's gaze upon her. "It's going to be. It'll be--" Her jaw clenched as she looked at the fragile man who continued to tremble from fear. "This isn't right!" Tatia exclaimed as she pushed herself to her feet. "You can't capture an Angel. You have what you want. The Mortal Cup, the Soul-Sword, you do not need him, he is innocent in all of this."
Veronica tilted her head to the side. "What did we talk about?" She reminded them over their conversation as all they wanted was for Ithuriel to talk about what else he knew about the Soul Sword.
Tatia sighed heavily before beginning to crouch back down in front of Ithuriel. Her hands had rested on his cold wrinkled ones as a frown played on her lips knowing what it would cost for what she was able to order Ithuriel to do. It was stupid and reckless but she knew she had to do it. "Ithuriel, listen to me. Listen to me." She ordered as his gaze lifted to meet her eyes. "I need you to warn Malia." Tatia ordered and which had caused Valentine's eyes to widen. "Warn Malia, warn my daughter! Do anything to get her to know what is--"
