"I know I agreed to help, but sneaking into Bridgestock residence is not appropriate!"
"It's not like we can ask, Grace."
"Yes we can! I temporarily live there, Cordelia."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. They knocked on the door, greeted by a puzzled Ariadne Bridgestock.
"Why are you knocking on the door to your own house, Grace?" Ariadne asked.
"I am not an idiot, Cordelia made me do it."
"Well, please come inside, you'll freeze if you spend another second in that freezing cold snow!"
She ushered Grace and Cordelia inside and poured them a glass of hot tea. Cordelia held it in her hands, feeling the warmth through her body.
"Ari, where are you going?" Cordelia asked.
"Out."
"With who?"
Ariadne blushed. "The Ruelle." She dozed off, daydreaming. "With Anna!"
Grace groaned.
"All you seem to talk about these days is Anna," Grace said. "Your parents are getting tired of it."
Cordelia remembered, Ariadne's father was the Inquisitor.
"Well," she said, "we best be going, and you too! Where's the study?"
"To your left! The door is purple. My mother chose it. I don't know why."
"Thank you, ari."
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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...
