Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 69

Alec's POV

"You'll never be good enough for him, you know."

"Shut up," Jace yelled. "Alec, don't listen to him. He's only trying to get into your head."

Jonathan chuckled. "You know that already," He continued, ignoring the fact that Jace had spoken. "Deep down inside of you, you fear his love won't last,"

Alec clenched his fist at his sides but stood his ground. He couldn't let Jonathan get into his head.

Jace was looking back and forth between Jonathan and his parabatai. "Don't listen to him," He repeated.

But all Alec could hear was Jonathan's voice.

"You'll never be good enough."

"You're useless."

"Just a waste of space."

"No one will ever love you."

Alec squeezed his eyes shut.

Don't let him get to you.

The blade in his hand was against Jonathan's throat before he even knew what he was doing.

Alec woke with a start. He was sweating, his hands grasping the golden sheets of their bed like his life depended on it.

"Alexander?" Magnus asked sleepily next to him, his voice cutting through the darkness. "Another nightmare?"

Alec nodded, but then realized Magnus probably didn't see it since their room was pitch black. "Yeah,"

He heard rustling next to him and then felt Magnus pressing himself up against him. "What was it? Same as always?"

Alec leaned his head against the wall. "Jonathan. The fight with him keeps coming back to me."

Magnus rested his head on Alec's chest. They were both sitting up now. Alec ran his fingers through Magnus's hair, causing the warlock to hum softly. It always made Alec feel better, running his fingers through his husband's hair, just having him there.

It didn't take long for Magnus to fall asleep, still with his head resting on Alec's chest, Alec's arm wrapped around him, his other hand still running through his hair.

Magnus's POV

"This is good, Alexander."

"Well, I sure hoped so," Alec replied, smiling. "You know how long it took me to make."

"Hmm, cost me a whole day of snuggling with you."

"Oh, shush. It was your idea to celebrate this silly mundane holiday anyway."

"Yeah, speaking of, we better get to the Institute," Magnus said, putting a lid on the casserole he had just tried. "And pick out an outfit," He added, causing Alec to groan.

"Can't I just go in this?"

Magnus eyed his husband up and down. He wore jeans that were once a dark blue but had faded into a lighter shade. His t-shirt looked better than most of them, Magnus had to admit, as this one didn't have any holes in it. The problem: It was black. And besides, this was New York. You couldn't go outside in a T-shirt in late November without getting chilly.

"Mm, no," Magnus said after pretending to think about it for half a second. He smiled then, grabbing Alec's arm. "We've got twenty minutes until we have to be there, and it's never a bad thing to be late anyway, as long as you do it fashionably."