Clary was there in what seemed like seconds. Her mouth gaped open.
"Isabelle." She croaked, staring at her friends lifeless form. She glanced at Jace, who was glaring at Nicole.
"You." She spat. "Did you do this!?" Clary flew at Nicole, Simon could barely hold her.
"Clary stop." Jace whispered. A single tear streamed down Clary's cheek, her green eyes full of anger and sadness.
They made their way to the graveyard. Simon could barely watch and was grateful when a distraction came.
"James? What are you doing here?" The boy was shorter than simon. He was only wearing a t-shirt and was shivering in the cold.
"Simon you're in danger." The boy whispered solemnly.
"What? From who?"
"Sebastian." James was whispering.
Simon narrowed his eyes.
"How do you know?"
"I saw the warlock."
"Who?"
"The sparkly warlock?He wants to get back at Clary, and he's going to get someone to hurt you." Magnus, Simon realized. Why would Magnus do such a thing?
