❛❛Blue eyes, dark hair.
Tall frame and a poisonous tongue.
I'd recognize those features anywhere.❜❜
After The Dark War, Zoya Caldwell couldn't remain in York and live a peaceful life in the Institute that had once served as a sanctuary f...
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The deafening explosion that embraced the library as soon as Julian read Malcolm's message awoke a symphony of concerned cries and sharp breaths. An arrow of black light blazed from the crumpled piece of paper, shaking the grounds of the Institute and shattering the glass cupola that rose above the Shadowhunters.
Everyone trusted their instincts, running toward and shielding the person closest to them. Ty threw himself toward Livvy at the same time as Cristina broke from Mark and saved Diego from being crushed by a large bookshelf. Theodore took it upon himself to cover Emma with his body, mirroring Julian's technique of saving his younger sister, Dru. Mark and Zoya shared a meaningful glance before gracefully avoiding the shattering pieces of glass that lunged in their way with a few short strides.
Amid the catastrophic commotion, Zoya noticed Julian glancing at the growing black illumination before he threw Malcolm's note to the ground and crushed it with his foot. A moment later, the blackness dissolved into tiny speckles and allowed a curtain of smoke to replace it.
Aside from a few strangled coughs, cold silence ruled over the room, allowing the disturbed mind of Shadowhunters to calm down.
"Is everyone all right?" Zoya rubbed her eyes, taking it upon herself to check on others.
From the corner of her eye, she could spot Livvy wriggling her way from beneath Ty and offering him her hand. "Ty, you didn't have to do that," she spoke, voice filled with worry as she met her twin's eyes.
"You wanted to have someone to shield you from danger," he replied. "That's what you said."
"I know, butー"
Ty's lips parted and a painful yelp abandoned his mouth. An asymmetrical glass shard protruded the back of his calf, nearly knocking him back to the ground.
The boy reacted without thinking, seizing the piece with his fingers and pulling it out before staggering into the nearest chair. A river of crimson glided down his leg, introducing his pain to the world around him.
"Ty!" Julian was quick on his feet, offering to draw an iratze.
Ty merely shook his head. "Let Livvy do it," he said. "It would be betterー"
His twin was already kneeling on the tiles, stele firmly gripped in between her fingers. Her forehead was creased with light lines, lips pursed as she concentrated on drawing the healing rune.
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