The Mortal Instruments; Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn

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Magnus lurched to his feet. He grabbed my hand, something I had tensed to; unable to adjust to this sudden intimacy. We walked at a fast speed - the city silent before us.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, his frown disturbing the ancient beauty of his face. I couldn't tell, usually, when he was upset; he'd merely keep silent and emotionless. This time... He was frowning. This was big news.

Magnus muttered, his pupil's opening into the slits of a cat. They illuminate, still, the area around us. Like angellic torches, lighting up the way to safety. Safe, huh? I can't believe I felt safe around a Warlock.

Suddenly, Magnus decided they had done enough walking; he flitted them both back to his home.

I questioned, "Why didn't you just do that from the start?"

He glanced towards me, dismissing me quickly with a shrug, he went straight to the window. He clapped his hands. The lights came on, revealing the wreck that was his apartment. I winced, the sudden light hurting my eyes. Magnus' eyes widened. He muttered something in a language I don't understand, kicking smashed pieces of glass across the floor.

"Magnus..."

"Someone broke my wards. Someone's been here - looking for something."

"But why would anyone want to-"

"There is more to me than a mere Warlock, Alec." He glared at me. I felt an uneasiness wash over me. Warlock, I repeated in my mind.

"I don't doubt that, it's just..." I looked away. I didn't think he was a mere Warlock... It was hard to even think of him as a Warlock.

Magnus could feel the difficulty in my head. He stared; then looked away, sitting on the nearest chair.

"Is there anything I can do..?" I asked.

"No."

I stayed silent... Awkardly, with my hands in my pockets.

"I will deal with them."

"Deal?" I frowned.

He didn't reply, "Go home, Alec. This is my fault. Ring me."

Just like that, Alec was outside his apartment building. Magnus had transported him. Dismissing me like that... Do I not mean anything to him? Regardless of my interest in his safety, I felt the anger rise up in me. I stormed back to the Institute, looking for Jace.