Clary woke up to the sun shining through her window, blurring her vision. She rolled over in her single bed and picked up her phone. When she saw the date she cringed. She hadn't wanted this day to come. Today is the day her mum leaves for London for her Clave job. Clary had told her mum she could stay in Idris on her own but her mum insisted she stay with some of her mums friends in New york. She dragged herself out of bed, looking for a nice outfit. Because New York was the institute where one of the most famous shadowhunters lived, Jace Herondale.
Some time later
Clary stood in front of the huge doors of the New York institute, nervous and excited. She wondered if the Lightwoods would like her. She wondered if Jace would like her. "You must be Clary." Said a voice, snapping her out of her thoughts. Clary turned to look at who spoke. It was a girl, taller than her with a perfect figure and hair as black as her gear. She was gorgeous. Clary looked at herself, in her black jeans, plain white shirt and flaming red hair which was tied into a bun, a drawing pencil holding it in place. She suddenly felt insecure. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood, welcome to New York."
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The boy with the golden eyes
RomansaIn this book clary has always been a shadowhunter but lived in Idris with her mum. shes never met anyone from New York but has heard of the legendary Jace Herondale. when her mum goes to do a job for the clave clary moves to New York and meets ther...
