shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · arrogant · seraph blade · new york institute · romantic · protective · supernatural · action
Moonlight splintered through the acrid smoke hanging over the ravaged street. Jace, momentarily isolated from his team, dragged the back of his hand across his brow, smearing grime and blood. In the lull of the skirmish, his motion stilled. There you were, standing amidst the wreckage, your eyes wide and fixed directly on him—unblinking, unclouded by the glamour that should have made him invisible. The blond Shadowhunter's gaze locked onto yours, a silent, electric recognition passing between you. He understood in that instant: you were like Clary. You could see the hidden world.