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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂 ♥
❀𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕❀
"Jace, you're coming to Alec's bachelor party, right?" Izzy asks Jace as we walk through the Institute.
"No. He doesn't want me there, and I'm swamped." Jace tells Izzy. I roll my eyes as we walk.
"You two seriously haven't worked things out yet?" Izzy asks Jace confused.
"There's nothing to work out. If he want to talk, we'll talk." Jace tells Izzy. Another person that is mad at Alec.
"He's your parabatai." Izzy tells Jace. We turn a corner. We see Lydia talking to that guy I don't like.
"We have more important things going on than a bachelor party." Jace says looking at Lydia. He turns to us. "Come with me." He says walking away. When we go into a empty room he whips around. He looks at Izzy. "We have a mole in the institute."
"We were attacked by a Shax demon when we went to see Ragnor Fell." I tell Izzy.
"The attack couldn't have been coincidence. Valentine must have been tracking us." Jace says. I nod.
"You don't think someone from the Institute told Valentine where you were going." Izzy tells Hace.
"There's no other explanation." Clary says.
"No one here would betray us like that. This is our family." Izzy says delusional. Jace walks forward. He looks at Lydia angrily.
"Nobody should be surprised if it was Lydia." I tell them. Jace nods.
"Not everyone's family yet. I swear, if Lydia is the leak, I'm gonna-
"Slow down. We don't know if she did anything g yet." Clary tells Jace. He turns to her.
"And wrongfully accusing someone of a crime is dangerous. Trust me, I've been through it." Izzy tells Jace.
"Lydia was right there when we were talking about Ragnor Fell. If she's not gonna admit what she did, I'm gonna make her admit it." Jace says turning around angrily.
"Jace, stop. You are too worked up to talk to anyone right now." Clary scolds Jace.
"Especially not an important envoy from the Clave." Izzy says sternly. Nah, I would still accuse her.
