Alec was not looking forward to the inevitable conversation with Magnus. He wasn’t entirely sure what that conversation would entail, but he knew he didn’t want to have it just yet. His head was still spinning in a thousand directions and none of them were good. Well, that wasn’t true. Several of the ideas that came bursting in unannounced were happy memories, about both Magnus and Chris.
The night was chilly, though Alec was doing is best to ignore it. He was a shadowhunter. He helped to kill demons. A bit of frigid air shouldn’t bother him. Even still, he couldn’t quite shake the way his blood felt cold as it pulsed through his veins. Maybe if he wasn’t walking to Magnus’s and instead taking a taxi or some other much faster mode of …show more content…
The man stepped to the side, giving Alec enough space to walk by him. “No problem, man. By him d’you mean the guy you were with before? The one whose wallet bit me?” Alec laughed. He had forgotten that part. “Magnus, yes. I mean him,” he told the mugger with slightly less annoyance than before. “Cool. I didn’t ruin your date after all,” the man said as he began walking away from Alec. It was no secret that Alec was not fond of mundanes. The way he treated Clary and Simon at first showed that clearly. He did not like things or people that got in his way without providing some sort of benefit. Alec thought, as he walked the last few blocks to Magnus’s, that perhaps he would have to rethink his disdain of ordinary humans. Maybe they did serve a purpose. That mugger had distracted him from the eternal Jace drama. Later, when he and Magnus were laying together on the couch—after Alec insisted that Magnus take a beak from all the work he was doing to find Jace—Alec told Magnus of his run-in with the thief. The warlock laughed and pulled Alec closer to his body. “It looks like you’re making friends,
The night was chilly, though Alec was doing is best to ignore it. He was a shadowhunter. He helped to kill demons. A bit of frigid air shouldn’t bother him. Even still, he couldn’t quite shake the way his blood felt cold as it pulsed through his veins. Maybe if he wasn’t walking to Magnus’s and instead taking a taxi or some other much faster mode of …show more content…
The man stepped to the side, giving Alec enough space to walk by him. “No problem, man. By him d’you mean the guy you were with before? The one whose wallet bit me?” Alec laughed. He had forgotten that part. “Magnus, yes. I mean him,” he told the mugger with slightly less annoyance than before. “Cool. I didn’t ruin your date after all,” the man said as he began walking away from Alec. It was no secret that Alec was not fond of mundanes. The way he treated Clary and Simon at first showed that clearly. He did not like things or people that got in his way without providing some sort of benefit. Alec thought, as he walked the last few blocks to Magnus’s, that perhaps he would have to rethink his disdain of ordinary humans. Maybe they did serve a purpose. That mugger had distracted him from the eternal Jace drama. Later, when he and Magnus were laying together on the couch—after Alec insisted that Magnus take a beak from all the work he was doing to find Jace—Alec told Magnus of his run-in with the thief. The warlock laughed and pulled Alec closer to his body. “It looks like you’re making friends,