Lena Fairchild has given everything and more for the Shadow World. She's died and sacrificed everything she has in life just to make sure the people she cares for survive. That they will live happily. Why do you think the angels favor her so? It's n...
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ALECS POV
I looked at my phone again hoping to see a message from Lena, but there was nothing. She hasn't called. Texted. She hasn't said anything to anyone. I even tried Magnus, but he doesn't know either.
"Wait so she's just off the grid?" Isabelle asked. I let out a long sigh as I nodded. "Maybe she's just on a long patrol. I know she and Jace are going after the owl with everything they have."
"Yeah, I know that's what worries me, Iz. Lena isn't at her best right now," I put my phone in my back pocket. We moved down the stairs.
"What do you mean?" She asked. "About her memories?" I nodded. "Alec," She grabbed my arm. "Lena will be fine. You've seen her fight. We all have. I can't feel anything wrong with her. Anything alarming at least for now, she's probably tracking a lead and forgot to tell us."
"It's Lena, Iz," I said. She squeezed my arm.
"I know. I want Lena to be safe just as much as you do. She's my parabatai, but I don't see why we should monitor her like a child. She can handle herself for now. If I feel anything is wrong, I will start to track her, okay?" She asked. I let out another long breath, but yelling caught my attention.
"I'm just here to see my children!" Mom. She was at the door speaking to the guard.
"Is that Mom?" Isabelle and I moved forward. The guard wasn't letting her in.
"Show some respect," Underhill snapped.
"This woman has been excommunicated by the Clave. She's not allowed to enter," He reasoned.
"This woman is Alec Lightwood's mother. Allowances can be made," Underhill said.
"It's fine," Mom said.
"Hey!" I got the guard's attention. "While I'm in charge, Maryse Lightwood is allowed in the New York Institute, understood?"
Mom walked in around the guy. I gave Underhill a nod as we moved down the hall with her. She hugged Isabelle and then we moved into a more private area.
"I'm sorry, I should have called ahead," She walked a few feet away from us and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"No, it's no problem," Isabelle said.
"Mom did the—did they de-runing hurt?" I hesitated. Isabelle stared at me from the side.
"Not at all," She turned around with a pleasant face. It was fake. "The adjustment has actually been easier than I expected."
"Have you found a place to live yet?" Isabelle asked.
"Stay here if you'd like," I said. "We can make that happen. I meant what I said. You are always welcome."
