''Who are you?''
''I am many things, but for tonight, I am your knight in shining armor.''
''Really? Doesn't seem like it.''
Olivia Fray's life was mundane. Simply and easy. She had a loving family, a degree in psychology, and her plans for her futu...
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Chapter Three-Shadowhunters
''Why are we here?'' Olivia asked as she looked at the building that was in front of them. It was a church, and it seemed as if it had been abandoned for centuries. ''What are we doing outside an old church?''
''We are here to admit our sins,'' Jace spoke with a neutral face and a flat voice, but the twinkle in his eyes told Olivia that he was joking. ''If you have ever done anything wrong in your life, now's the time to admit it.''
Olivia gave him a look and he, unable to help himself, laughed.
''This isn't funny, Jace.'' she glared at him.
''And this isn't a church, Olivia.'' Jace mimicked her tone and she frowned. Not because Jace was mimicking her tone, but because he said the church that they were standing in front of wasn't a church. ''I knew you were on drugs.'' Olivia murmured under her breath.
Jace heard that and pushed his lower lip out in a pout. ''Am not.'' he defended himself and pulled Clary closer to his chest before saying, ''Follow me,'' and then walking inside the church with a smug grin plastered across his face.
Olivia followed after him with a slight frown on her face.
As soon as she stepped inside the church, its interior started to change. It became less of a church and more of a high-tech lab, with huge monitors and other expensive technology surrounding every corner.
People covered in runes and wearing dark clothes roamed throughout the area. Some were working at the monitors, others were standing near some racks and were placing weapons back on the shelves of the racks.
Jace was right, this wasn't a church. It was a sanctuary for people like them.
''Jace.'' a voice called out from behind them and they turned around to see a dark-haired girl and a dark-haired (and tall) boy with similar features walking towards them. Olivia instantly recognized them from the club.
''What is going on over here?'' the boy asked, his eyes looking from Olivia to Clary, who was still unconscious in Jace's arms. ''Why did you bring mundanes into the Institute?''
Olivia could tell from the boy's tone and facial expression that he wasn't very warm towards new people. ''Alec.'' Jace gave the tallboy a look, ''Now is not the time for this.'' he then looked at Olivia and tilted his head, telling her to follow him.
''What is this place?'' she asked as they walked into a room that had white cots laying next to each other. Jace placed Clary on one of the cots and turned his head to look at Olivia. ''Welcome to the New York Institute.''
Olivia blinked and frowned, ''The Institute? You lot couldn't have come up with a more creative name, could you?''
''Sadly, no,'' Jace replied with a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.
