~Magic, love and betrayal~
Lisa Cartwright's mundane life, as a demon-killing shadowhunter, was shaken at its foundations by a series of mysterious murders. As she starts her quest, determined to find the cause of these assassinations, she finds th...
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"I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over." -Haruki Murakami
Look before thou leap, for thou cannot turn back time.
When Lisa had read the translated rhyme to the others, she looked up. Four surprised faces stared at her.
"Couldn't they be more specific?" Olivia tapped the tip of her shoe on the floor in frustration. Thomas stood next to her side and protectively placed a hand on her shoulder. She sucked in her breath and straightened her back. Lisa had avoided his eyes from the moment they got back to the Institute. She was afraid her eyes would reflect the truth.
"Lisa knows where the scepter is," explained Jonathan, "don't you?" He raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Thomas's hand resting on her shoulder. She swallowed, maybe she didn't know where it was hidden at all. But now at least they had a chance.
"It's in Het Steen," she said with as much confidence as possible. When she heard no cheers, she broke into a cold sweat. "It's the only logical option. This building served as the gateway to the castle of Antwerp. It was built in the early 13th century, right next to the Scheldt." She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Anna's eyes twinkle.
"It is the oldest building in all of Antwerp, it dates from the time of Jonathan Schaduwjager. This is our best chance," Anna added, "and our only chance." Everyone nodded in agreement, the tension in the room was palpable.
"We've got to get there as soon as we can, hopefully, we're not too late," Jonathan said sharply. With those words everyone sprang into action, together they walked out the door of the training room. Lisa felt dazed, it was only because of the adrenaline rushing through her veins that she didn't fall down on the spot.
As he left the hall, Thomas took her hand and waited for the rest to leave. For the first time that night, she looked into his brown eyes. She would keep the truth about Jonathan from him, her whole life was made of lies anyway. One wouldn't make a difference.
"Maybe it's best not to look for such a dangerous weapon," he began, as Moira did. She shook her head frantically, she must and will find the scepter. Lisa took a step back.
"No. This is in the interest of all shadowhunters, especially you should know that." She sighed, she didn't mean to lash out at him.
"Just trust me, okay?" She widened her eyes and looked up. The white witchlight illuminated his frowning face. After what seemed like an eternity, his face brightened.
"We'll need weapons, I'll go get them, leave without me." He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, his hand stroked her chin.
"You must also trust me, one day my actions will become clear. You'll have to be patient," he whispered in her ear. Before she could ask what he meant by that, he was already walking towards the armory. She looked after him for a moment and then ran after the others.
