Sydney Nightway has been a shadowhunter her entire life...except she didn't know. Raised by a werewolf pack she's as downworlder as the rest of them until the day the Nephilim find her. Three years later she returns to her hometown, Bay Village, thi...
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I was only half focused on my task as I rifled through Institute documents. The other half of my mind was focused on Dimitri's body, on the way his glossy eyes stared at Finn and I as we dropped him into the grave and buried him.
I clutched the edge of the table with my hand. How had we been so stupid? We had been naive to think that no one would ever find his body. Why hadn't we come clean to Maverick when it happened? Why had we tried to hide it?
Still, there was no reason for Maverick to suspect Finn and I. In order to get out of there, to not lose control of my emotions, I said I'd look into the Institute documents, see if anything pointed to Dimitri's killer. I knew it wouldn't though, the Institute hadn't even existed when I killed him.
Even still, I was hoping for some undated document about a werewolf killing that I could use to throw Maverick off our trail if the case ever lead to us.
As I reached for one paper I suddenly hissed as I cut myself.
"Oh, that sounded like it hurt. Do you need an iritze for that?" Came Eli's familiar voice from somewhere in the library. I found him lounging in the arched window across the room, a book in his hand. When had he gotten there? There had been no one in the room when I entered two hours ago.
I ignored him, turning back to the documents. I was silently cursing the head of the Institute for making everything so detailed.
"Can't imagine why you're in here looking through old Institute papers." Eli was suddenly besides me. I was beginning to question if he was a vampire rather than a Shadowhunter.
I shuffled the papers back together into their folder. "Fuck off, Eli." I was not in the mood to deal with him.
"No, I don't think I will." Eli was staring rather intently at his fingernails. He finally looked up at me. "I'm not whipped like wolf boy. Tell me, did you pet his head and give him a treat when he didn't attack me today?"
I finally looked at Eli, hate shining in my eyes. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me going off on him. I turned on my heel and started to walk from the room.
"What'd you do to get a werewolf boyfriend? The son of the Alpha, no less." His words stopped me in my tracks.
"He's not-" I started to say, but he cut me off.
"You've got a tell you know." I turned to face him. "Whenever you lie, you clench your left hand." My eyes went to my hand that was currently bundled up in a fist. Panic started to spread through me; what if Maverick knew? "I bet the entire Institute would love to hear about Wolfy."
"Go ahead," I told him, forcing my emotions down again. "Tell them." It wasn't like relationships with downworlders were against the law, they were just frowned upon.
Eli shrugged. "Of course then I'll have to explain your relationship with the pack, how they raised you, how you're a practical werewolf princess." I was unable to form words. How did he know? I had been so meticulous trying to hide it- "You should have doubled checked to see if you killed Brady. He was more than happy to tell me everything when I said I'd let him live. That was a lie, of course."
