"Matthew, let go." Cordelia giggled.
"Okay, wait."
He let go of his hands that were covering her eyes. She was amazed. The flat was glorious, like the one at Curzon Street. She took a moment to admire, but then something tore off the door. Matthew whirled around and threw out a knife. She was about to whip out Cortana, however remembering she was Lilith's paladin, screamed. Belial was standing there.
"Hello, Carstairs," he snarled.
"It's Herondale," Cordelia shot back. "I am married."
"Well, I am not that glad to be related to you now," he said.
"Too bad."
"Haha, girl you-"
Belial was cut off by his words for somebody had stabbed him at the back. It was a whirl of black hair and gold eyes.
James.
Cordelia cried out and Matthew, with a stunned expression, dropped his knife. Cordelia ran to him.
James kissed her. She was locked in a prison cell with Belial outside, but kissing her, Cordelia felt like she was floating. Despite the problems, despite even Matthew watching them with stunned eyes, she returned the kiss. James drew back, breathless. She remembered when he had found her, after Belial had taken her hostage from the little flat Matthew had rented in Paris. He had untied the bows over her eyes and broke the handcuffs from her hands. She had breathed, staggeredly, but James threw himself at her feet and begged her to come home. She knew he didn't care for her, didn't love her, but she wanted to go home. So she did.
This is pretty short but hope it makes sense as I did it in haste ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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Chain of Thorns
Historical FictionCordelia, James and Lucie are all in peril. The demon Belial is back, kidnapping innocent Shadowhunters and mundanes. Lucie raises Jesse from the dead and the Inquisitor is dreadfully mad. James and Cordelia try and tell each other their feelings fo...
