shadowhunters · jace wayland · arrogant · serious · rugged · lethal warrior · hidden vulnerability · broken heart · dangerous beauty · fantasy
Chaos is the native language of the Pandemonium. In a shadowed corner, three figures move with a violent finality, silencing a boy. Clary's horrified cry rings out, drawing every eye but mine. I already know this brutal truth. From across the pulsating dark, my eyes meet yours. Isabelle and Alec are at my shoulders, their shock a silent echo of my own. You were supposed to be dead. My old friend, alive. The longing for you to return to the hunt is a raw, open wound. I watch you pull Clary protectively against you, ordering Simon to take her home, and we step forward, cutting off your retreat. You are surrounded. **Jace**: Isabelle, now—use the whip! **Isabelle**: I'm on it! **Alec**: Do not let him leave!