A LOST LOVE FOUND • alec lightwood [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning I woke up to the sound of arguing that was gradually escalating but I didn’t pay attention to it. I looked at the love of my life for a long while, willing him to open his eyes. When nothing happened, I sighed dejectedly and with a heavy heart I got up to see what the problem was. Whatever I thought I would find, didn’t compare to the reality. I closed the door behind me before I let out an ear piercing whistle, quieting the whole room.

Surprised eyes snapped to me and I asked, “What the fuck is going on here?” I admit, my tone was rude and under normal circumstances, I would have been sorry. But my husband was lying unconscious in the room behind me and I had no idea when he would wake up so it was safe to say being polite was the last thing on my mind right now. And if Inquisitor Herondale didn’t answer carefully, she was about to be on the receivng end of bitch Samara.

“Miss Wayland-” The woman started, already ticking me off by addressing me in the wrong way.

“It’s Misses Lightwood.” I corrected her with a sharp tone and her eyes widened.

“Right, Mrs Lightwood. I just back here to tell you that you, your brother and the Morgenstern girl is requested by the Clave to come to Idris right away so we can test your powers.” She told me in a tone that was far more confident than what she was looking and you could have heard a pin drop in the apartment. All of my friends knew that her request would not sit well with me.

“Well you can tell the Clave that I’m going to kindly have to deny their request, Madam Inquisitor.” I told her in a much friendlier tone than what I was feeling.

“Mrs Lightwood-” The red head started only to get cut of by yours truly once again. Man, I’m on a roll today.

“No!” My tone was something short of a growl and the look I have her was once that could have frozen sand. “My husband is lying unconscious and if you think that I am going anywhere before he has woken up, you are gravely mistaken. Now, I have tried to be nice, but since you won’t respond to that and my patience with you has run out, I’ll put it bluntly: I would have to be fucking dead before I leave this apartment while my husband is not by my side. And for the record, Clary may be a Morgenstern by blood but she is a Fairchild where it matters most. By heart.” Her face was covered in shock and all of my friends have half-proud, half-smug looks on their faces.

The woman cleared her throat and straitened out her navy colored blazer in what I assumed was an attempted to climb back onto the pedestal I just knocked her off. A satisfied smirk appeared on my lips as I watched her eyes flick around the apartment as she gathered her thoughts. “Well in that case, Miss Mor- Fairchild” The Herondale quickly corrected herself when I gave her a sharp look. “And Mr. Wayland can accompany me to Idris and when your husband is well enough, the two of you can join us.”

I knew from the uncomfortable looks on their faces, my brother, Clary and my parabatai was not happy with her words, so I decided to help them out. “Yeah, not happening. When Alec is well and we all agree that we want to show you our powers, then and only then, will we come to Idris.” I told her, looking her straight in the eyes – daring her to object. When her shoulders slumped ever so slightly and she let out an quiet breath of air that I caught with my Reaper hearing, I knew I had won. And from the relieved looks on the trio behind her, I knew that they were happy to.

She turned around to leave the apartment when a thought occurred to me, “Do me a favor and tell the Clave that although we work for them, we are not lab rats that they are going to experiment on. Or I will unleash my Reaper side and raise hell on all of you.”

“Is that a threat, Mrs Lightwood?”

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’, knowing that it will irk her. The old Shadowhunters, yes I’m referring to my mother -in-law, are very uptight still believes that we should speak ‘proper’ English. The way I see it, if you can understand what I say, it’s still English.