The Last Hours: Chain Of Thorns

Prologue

Prologue

April, 1903

Tatiana Blackthorn hated her family. Well, if she were to be honest, not all of them. Just most of them; her own brothers, Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood, and in turn, their wives, Cecily Herondale and Sophie Collins.

Of course, since there was a Herondale connected to her family tree now, that meant William Herondale and Tessa Gray counted as her family, both of which Tatiana despised, especially Will, for he had been the own to practically force everybody to kill her father.

She still remembered the day vividly, no matter how much she wished to forget it.

The blood.

So much blood...

Tatiana could've easily gone to a warlock, most likely a powerful one, and requested for the thing to remove her memories of the day. But that would mean forgetting about Will and his lot of friends; her family.

She couldn't bring herself to do it though. She was planning something that required her memories of the day. Something big...

The smell of the Thames brought Tatiana out of her thoughts and forced her eyes to focus in on the figure in front of her. It was obviously a man, tall and broad shouldered. He wore a dark suit with a white waistcoat underneath. A tie was missing from his outfit, along with a hat, showing off his messy brown haired head, but Tatiana didn't care.

The man's eyes slid down Tatiana's body, taking in the whole site of her dressed figure. She smiled and tipped her hat towards him, her face colouring with blush-

The man was suddenly at her side, his hand on her right wrist. It was a tight grip but was not uncomfortable. The man pushed his body up against her's, giving her a sensation of heat. The man forced his weight forward and brought Tatiana's back into the wall, making her gasp before his lips found the crook of her neck.

Tatiana allowed the pleasure to come into her body. She ran her hand through the man's brown locks while he himself suckled on her neck. Her eyelids had begun to fall slowly just as she felt a slight prick-

She pushed the man off of her, feeling the scarlet liquid she knew was blood begin to drop down to the collar of her dress. Tatiana saw that the man had his fangs out; they were tipped with blood.

She laughed. The sound was a low chuckle in the night. "No need to get ahead of yourself," she said, smiling again. "We are here for business, are we not?"

The man laughed, too, and wiped the blood that had dribbled down his chin. The blood stained the back of his left white glove. "Correct, Shadowhunter. Business. I just cannot control myself around you."

"Well it's time to gain a slight amount of self-control, I think." Tatiana's voice was dry. "So when do you think the materials shall be here?"

"A few weeks, three at the most. No need to worry, my lovely." The man bowed slightly.

"Good." Tatiana nodded. "I am sick of waiting."

"If I may ask," the man said, pursing his lips, "why exactly do you need what you have asked for?"

Tatiana looked at the ground, the smile still painted on her face.

"Why," she answered, "to cause hell of course."