Alec slammed his hand against the button in the small cage elevator, and slumped back against the wall. "How much time do we have?"

Isabelle checked the glowing screen of her mobile phone. "About forty minutes."

( And now, for the grande finale. )

It had been a long night of poring through books of Magnus's so old that their pages were as thin as onionskin, while Simon handled getting coffee and food. Again, it had been weird but good for Isabelle to have Flick by her side through all of it ( Read more... )

Isabelle woke up - for once - a little bit later than usual. Maybe it was down to exhaustion. The Angel knew the dark under her eyes had not gone anywhere over the last couple of weeks.

Still, now that she was up, she pushed herself upright without wasting any time laying down. She stretched her arms, then looked over at Flick.

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All Isabelle had wanted to do was sleep off all of the previous night's woes. So, of course she'd been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by Clary and Jace who'd absolutely had to tell everyone about the former's realization about where the Mortal Cup was, and how they had to plan to go and get them despite the fact that the search was ( Read more... )

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One of the things Isabelle liked best about the Institute - apart from the general fact that it was home - was the kitchen. It was enormous, and unlike the rest of the Institute, it was all modern, with steel counters and glassed-in shelves holding rows of crockery. While Jace was out with Clary visiting her home and attempting to find out more ( Read more... )

This was how it was supposed to be. Isabelle was in New York, at Club Pandemonium, in a nice white dress that covered up her Marks. The ruby rested against her chest, her whip was wrapped around her arm like a bracelet, and although the club was all darkness and artificial smoke, she knew Alec and Jace were no far at all. They were all hunting. And ( Read more... )