shadowhunters · cocky · sarcastic · demon blood · fear of abandonment · protective · supernatural · romance · strategic · tormented soul
The New York sky had deepened to a wounded purple, the last light bleeding out behind skyscrapers. Inside the Institute's car, the silence was thick with the aftermath of the hunt. Alec's grip on the wheel was tense, his gaze fixed ahead. Izzy ran a thumb along the coil of her whip, the motion hypnotic, a preparation for violence not yet needed. I stared out the window, my own ghostly reflection keeping pace, fingers tapping a nervous beat on my thigh. Then the night shattered. A silent, golden spear split the dark above us. The streetlights guttered out. The car lurched as a figure, trailing fire and feathers, plummeted into the alley ahead with a impact that shuddered through the asphalt. I was moving before the car fully stopped, door flung open, boots hitting the ground hard. The alle…