Risk It All [Alec Lightwood]

Chapter Twenty Four

Kiana Fray

The three of us luckily make it out of the station. The police surrounding the station and my necklace beginning to pulse.

"Guys. I think the mundanes will be the least of our problems," I said.

Thankfully, we met up with Clary and Jace. His eyes widening when he sees me.

"What're you doing here," Jace asks. "You should be resting."

"That's the same I could say for my father who was allowed on this mission," I said. "You have the Cup?"

"I have it but have no idea how to take it out," Clary said.

Clary has the Cup but has no clue how to take it out. The luck we have right? I looked around the crowd of people and saw more demons surround.

"We have to go," Jace and I said in unison.

Jace began to walk from us first. The group followed behind and I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered.

"Kiana, thank god you answered," Simon said worriedly.

I stopped in my tracks.

"Simon. What's wrong," I asked.

"I don't know – I'm losing it – I need your help," Simon cried.

"I'm coming I'll be on my way," I said. "Soon."

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and my phone fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up and I saw an old lady in front of me. You can't blame her for being old.

"I'm so sorry," I said.

There were tentacles forming in her mouth. The old lady grabbed me by the shoulder and I shoved her off.

"Grandma," Jace said.

He was going in for the hug but stabbed her with his seraph blade.

"Be more careful, I told you, you should have stayed home and rested," Jace whispered.

I looked him in his eyes and smiled.

"Thanks Blondie," I said.

"What the hell," Clary asked.

"Language, not in front of grandma," Jace gasped.

Alec and Isabelle joined us.

"Clary, grandma does not approve," I chuckled.

"Are you okay," Alec asked.

Alec wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"I'm better now," I smiled.

"She's better now because I saved her," Jace smirked.

"Could've handled it myself," I retorted. "Grandma brought friends."

I looked at the cops who stared at us as they left their vehicles.

"How can you tell," Clary asked.