~Book Dedication~
For All the girls who've been treated like they were too hard to handle growing up. There is always someone fighting for you, believe that. It's okay to let yourself feel once in a while, your recovery means everything for the ones...
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I had made my rounds around the institute. I didn't know where he was, but I could feel him. My gut could feel something in the institute not like before. It wasn't my angel magic it was more of a family draw. I couldn't explain it.
The worst thing is that I've felt this before. For a while now, like I was being watched. I moved toward this draw, pulling one of my blades free. I saw Clary and Sebastian near the entrance. I watched him walk away. Something about him wasn't right. I knew from the moment we met him.
"Jonathan!" I called.
He turned. I threw three blades at him. He dodged them easily. He tried to hit the button to close the emergency doors, but Clary and I slipped through. Clary went to hit him, but he kicked her back. I threw my knife at him, the blade sinking into his shoulder. He groaned as he pulled it free. I reached for my seraph blade, but he grabbed my throat.
"I'll kill you," I gasped.
While he was focused on choking me to death I reached into his pocket. The mirror touched my hand as he tightened his grip.
"Ten years in Edom, Lynn. Ten years of pain. I learned to endure it. I rather like it," He smiled. I grabbed the mirror my other hand hitting him in the temple. He looked at Clary as she stood up.
"We were trained to endure." I breathed.
"I wanted you," He shook with his words. My face grimaced. "But If I can't have both." He grabbed for another blade, but I stopped him pulling mine free. The metal scraped against one another as he tried to overpower me. "You aren't as strong as before, sissy."
"Clary the doors!" I yelled. He hit my side I threw my leg out catching his arm and knocking the blade free. I shoved mine into his back. "Claire!" I threw the mirror at her. She caught it as he yanked me forward. The doors broke open behind us as he ran outside.
I threw the doors open moving after him. His demonic speed made him fast, but I could keep sight of him. My angelic abilities come in handy. Around a corner, I went for him again, but he lost me. I turned around searching everywhere.
"Ah!" The rage made me feel insane. I wanted to kill him.
Wait. Wait. His house. I moved quickly going to his apartment. I opened the door and a piercing scream erupted in my head. I groaned and collapsed to the floor my hands going to my head as it pulsed. There was a muffled voice.
"Lynn," Valentine. I pushed myself up the noise making me cry out. It felt like my brain was melting. There was the sword. The soul sword. He reached for me, but I stumbled back into a table.
"My head!" I could barely hear my own voice over the ringing.
I ran out of the building falling onto the grass as it slowly started to quiet. Valentine was looking at me from the windows. The ringing was still there, but a low hum. The soul sword wasn't destroyed. It wasn't gone. I didn't destroy it. My feet took me back to the institute as I shoved open the doors. The wood cracked as it hit against the wall.
