Risk It All [Alec Lightwood]

Chapter Five

Kiana Fray

The four of us enter the Institute after watching Jace and Simon try to see who Clary would go to. It took me to say let's head inside before anyone finds us for them to get the message. Simon looked at me, Clary and then lastly Jace.

"He doesn't see what we do, does he," I ask.

Jace shakes his head and pulls up his sleeve and takes his stele out. He begins to wince as he runes himself. Simon looked at me as I remain unfazed to what was happening.

"I know," I said. "It's okay."

"But he's like burning himself," Simon said.

"Some people have weird sexual pleasures," I tease.

Jace rolled his eyes at me and then held Simon's hand.

"Buddy, what's going on man, I'm not your type man, I don't even," Simon stammered.

Simon's jaw dropped as he looked around the Institute.

"Where are we," Simon asked.

"Narnia, were in Narnia," I said.

"What the hell, Clary.... Kiana is there a war going on that I don't know about," Simon asked.

"There is now," Jace said as he walked off.

"I think my mother's the center of it," Clary said.

I follow behind Jace as he leads us further into the Institute. I turn around and walk backwards to face Simon.

"You coming," I ask.

"Yeah," Simon said following after us.

"What is this place? There's a lot of gear in here. What'd they do? Rob a tech shop," Simon asked.

We follow Jace to a surveillance screen and watch as he pulls up footage.

"So this cold-blooded killer is going to help us," Simon asks.

"He's not a killer," I said.

"He's protecting us," Clary said.

"Specifically you two girls," Jace said. "It's sort of our thing."

"Your thing? You guys have a thing," Simon asks.

Oh Simon.

"He means a Shadowhunter thing," I said.

"That's what they do. Protecting humans from demons," Clary said.

"Demons. Right? You're starting to sound like Kiana," Simon said. "That makes perfect sense because there are demons running around New York."

"That is this first correct thing you've said all day," Jace said.

We watched as the New York Police knocked on the door.

"NYPD," the police man said.

"Won't they find us," Clary asks.