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The last thing Jace expects is to wake up to the feeling of someone watching him. He cracks his eyes open, blinks against the aggressive light from the corridor and closes them. After a moment of heavy silence, he looks at the barred door again and groans.
“What do you want?”
Jonathan fucking Morgenstern, who is crouching on the other side of the bars with his head cocked to the side and black eyes trailed on Jace, simply shrugs. Jace lets his head thump back onto the pillow.
“Do you want to come with me?” Jonathan asks as if Jace has any say in leaving the fucking cell Valentine threw him in. He shoots Jonathan a sideways look when he hears him jingle a pair of keys.
“Where to?”
Another shrug. “Off this ship, for one.”
Jace smirks a little at him. If there’s one thing Jonathan Morgenstern genuinely hates, it’s ships.
“Sure,” he says and swings his feet over the edge of the bed. It’s something to do while the Clave, the Lightwoods and various Downworlders negotiate with Valentine. If he’s lucky, he’ll ditch Jonathan somewhere and remove himself from the equation as an exceptionally non-effective bargaining chip.
Jonathan leads him out of the cell and through the ship with the confidence of someone who’s never been questioned by any of Valentine’s followers, no matter how wild the shit he’s doing is. Like literally breaking out a prisoner.
“So long we don’t run into Hodge, we’re good,” Jonathan whispers. Jace believes him. Hodge, he thinks, is exactly the kind of person who’d have no fear walking up to Valentine’s son and demanding an explanation. Jace would also like to think that if Hodge saw him in the process of being broken out, he’d keep his damn mouth shut but who knows anymore.
They make it off the ship with exactly no trouble though they both relax significantly when it’s out of view. Jonathan starts leading him away from the river. He walks with a remarkable purpose for someone who claims not to have a plan.
He has a sword on his hip and undoubtedly a dagger or two hidden on his person. Jace has no weapon unless he wants to try his luck hitting Jonathan over the head with a stick.
“Where are we going?” Jace asks when the forest around them starts receding. The large metal gate standing between them and the large gardens on the other side does not fill him with confidence.
Jonathan ignores him and tries pushing the gate. It doesn’t budge.
“Help me over,” Jonathan says then, moments before he starts clambering over the wall. Jace watches in a kind of morbid fascination as he nearly stabs himself through the gut on the spikes at the top. Jonathan pauses and looks down at him.
“Aren’t you coming?”
It is a terrible idea. With Jonathan in danger of either gutting himself or braining himself on the ground currently seven feet under him, this is an excellent opportunity to, as Simon would say, cheese it. But if Jonathan is breaking into someone’s home they deserve a warning. Or someone to try and stop him from committing more murder.
Jace climbs the fence.
Neither of them kills themselves when they drop down on the other side but it’s a near thing. It’s only then that Jace really looks at the house and stops in his tracks.
“Why are we here?”
Something of his worry must seep into his voice because Jonathan snorts and claps a hand on his shoulder. He leads the way to the manor.
“Don’t worry, I’m just here for Nate.”
Right. Because Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern lived in Hell for a while and apparently met and befriended the actual Jonathan Wayland.
Who is now alive again.
With his parents.
And Jace’s parents.
It’s been a month now and it’s still fucking weird.
Standing under the windows of the Herondale mansion has to be a kind of torture. Jace has never even been there and Stephen and Céline are out right now anyway, in a meeting with the Clave. Still, knowing that everyone else in his life is out there, reconnecting, while all he’d been able to do for a month is sit in his cell is… excruciating.
The feeling is lessened somewhat by the preposterous hilarity of watching Valentine Morgenstern’s demonic son throw pebbles at the windows of the Herondale manor. Jace almost asks why the Waylands are staying at the Herondale manor before he remembers the Wayland manor all but crumbled the last time he and Clary were there and bites his tongue.
It does not take long for a boy with a mess of blonde hair to stick his head out of a window and scowl down at them.
“How the fuck did you get here?” he demands of Jonathan, which is entirely reasonable. Jonathan grins – actually grins – up at him and shrugs.
“Come with us,” he calls out. “We’re kidnapping people!”
“Is that what we’re doing?” Jace asks once Wayland disappears inside to get dressed. Jonathan has the nerve to look abashed.
“Maybe?”
Jace buries his face in his hands and waves goodbye to a peaceful night. He momentarily regrets leaving his cell.
His first proper look at Jonathan Wayland is under the artificial lighting outside the Herondale manor. The boy is glaring at them from under his hood, curling blonde hair poking out. His eyes are a perfectly ordinary blue unlike Jace’s gold – which, frankly, should’ve been quite a big giveaway to the Lightwoods when the Clave dropped a Wayland child with golden eyes on them.
There’s a lot about Jonathan Wayland that is absolutely nothing like Jace to the point where Jace wonders if Maryse, Robert and Hodge are, perchance, fucking blind.
“This is my parabatai, Nate Wayland,” Jonathan introduces and disrupts Jace’s train of thought. Jace looks between the two, wondering who in their right mind would agree to a parabatai bond with a part-demon. “Nate, this is Jace probably Herondale.”
“It’s complicated,” Jace says when he shakes Nate’s hand. Nate’s curious expression breaks into a grin.
“I know. Not more complicated than growing up in Hell because you died and your dad was kind of a dick though.”
Jace snorts. “Probably not, no.” He turns to Jonathan and cocks an eyebrow. “Who are we kidnapping next?”
Jonathan grins back and his eyes flash from black to… green?
“My sister or the Lightwoods. Your pick.”
Involving Nate, it turns out, was an excellent idea, on the account of him being the only one who actually knows where the Lightwoods are staying. And they need the Lightwoods because Jocelyn decided Clary shouldn’t meet Nate.
Once Nate leads them to the Trueblood manor, Jace spends the entire track from the gates to the house kicking himself. Nate points out Alec’s window and they take turns throwing dirt and pebbles while Jonathan watches.
“What the fuck—“ is Alec’s opening disgruntled statement when he throws the window open. Then he actually looks down, freezes and blinks. “Jace?”
Jace holds up a hand and waves. He can’t really see Alec very well but he can imagine him looking between the three of them, eyebrows furrowed.
“Come help us, we’re kidnapping people?” Jace tries and winces as both Nate and Jonathan immediately facepalm. Nate starts shaking from suppressed laughter.
“What?” Alec says flatly. Jace purses his lips.
“I can’t really explain better than that?”
“There’ll be alcohol,” Jonathan offers and Jace would’ve liked to have known that before. It doesn’t help, of course, because Alec doesn’t drink much unless it’s with Magnus.
Sometimes even with Magnus.
“Come down, we’re breaking Clary out?” Jace tries again and Alec doesn’t look any more impressed. Jace sighs. “Can you get Izzy? She’ll be easier to persuade.”
Alec snorts then and shakes his head. “Don’t go anywhere,” he tells them and closes the window.
“Now would be an excellent time to hide,” Jonathan points out. “In case he raises alarm.”
Jace is absolutely confident he won’t but doesn’t say anything when Jonathan and Nate both crouch behind some bushes. He does, once again, think this would be a great time to simply run from Jonathan but he’s also invested now. He hopes this isn’t some elaborate plan of Valentine’s to get them all captured or they’ll look like a band of idiots.
Alec and Izzy appear from around the building, both armed and looking equally unimpressed.
“What’s up with this Circle kids reunion?” Izzy asks staring straight at where Jonathan and Nate are hiding. “I’d have brought Max but Alec said there’s alcohol.”
“There is,” Jonathan agrees and Jace’d really love to know what the fuck his plan is because he clearly has one. “Where do we find my sister?”
Alec and Izzy both grimace in tandem, the expression making them both look way too much like Maryse.
“If you came from the Herondale manor you probably passed by. Jocelyn’s keeping her holed up in the Graymark home near the forest.”
“I’m impressed she’s not yet snuck out,” Jonathan mutters and Alec pulls an entertainingly agreeable face before he realizes who he’s agreeing with. Izzy stays suspiciously quiet though, making Jace wonder if Clary’s really being a good girl or just pretending remarkably well.
She drags Nate away before he can question her though and Jonathan seems to want to keep up with them, leaving Alec and Jace trailing behind.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Jace runs a hand through his hair and glances at his parabatai. “Alec, I have no earthly idea. Jonathan broke me out to get off the ship, then we kidnapped Nate and now you two… And we’re on our way to kidnap Clary.”
He should probably stop using the word kidnap so much.
“But why?”
Jace shrugs. “Why not, I guess? At least I’m no longer in a cell.”
That is a marked improvement that even Alec is not able to dispute. He does look him over, slowly. There’s confusion in his eyes.
“What did they do to you?”
Jace snorts and lifts his shoulder. “In the last month? Tried boring me to tears but not much else for once.” He tilts his head. “I’m not sure if it counts as attempting to poison me if everyone else was eating the fish as well.”
“It doesn’t!” Jonathan calls over his shoulder, proving he is in the habit of listening in on other people’s conversations. If Jace still lived with a violent maniac and his army, he’d probably eavesdrop constantly as well.
Izzy and Nate erupt into laughter then and the whole conversation gets derailed until they’re close enough to the Graymark home to be concerned about being heard. The lights are still on in one room on the bottom floor.
“Is anyone besides Clary home?” Jace wonders and everyone else shrugs.
“Jocelyn and Luke are probably arguing with everyone at the meeting,” Alec says. Jace shoots him a look because there was too much judgement in his tone considering Clave meetings are always mostly about arguing with people.
“Not just Valentine?”
Nate scoffs and slows down for Jace to catch up. He’s shorter than Jace and broader, but he can walk fast .
“Luke, yes. Jocelyn, no. She’s arguing with literally everyone, including Luke.”
Jace tries to gauge if he’s joking but everyone’s far too pensive. “What the fuck?” he asks in the end.
Izzy is the one to explain, lips curled into the kind of look of dismay she reserves for broken heels. She points first at Jace. “She doesn’t like you because apparently she never liked Stephen or Céline. She doesn’t like me being close with Simon. She doesn’t like Nate because he came back from the dead. She just straight up hates Jonathan.”
“Who does she like?” Jace asks rhetorically and is surprised when Alec answers.
“I’d say Clary but she yelled at her the other day. During Clary’s hearing.”
Izzy snorts, crossing her arms. “Yelled. She all but kicked her out of the house in front of the entire Clave, the Downworld representatives and the Circle. If Luke hadn’t intervened she’d be living with us now.”
Jace pales. Clary never has anything but love and praise for her mother and he thought… Well, Jocelyn has never been very pleasant to him personally but…
“Why?” Jonathan wants to know and he looks unhappy . Jace thinks he knows exactly how he feels.
“Because I said her idea of protection and happy childhood nearly got me killed multiple times,” Clary’s voice explains and they all jump. She’s leaning out of the window on the ground floor, a paintbrush behind her ear. “She said if I hated living with her so much, I was welcome to find somewhere else to stay.”
She raised an eyebrow at their stumped expression. “Don’t give me that look; you were yelling right under my open window.”
“We weren’t yelling,” Nate protests and Clary tilts her head.
“You were. Jonathan Wayland, I take it?”
“Yep! Call me Nate, your brother’s parabatai and infinitely better half.”
Clary smiles at him and shakes his hand through the open window. “Clarissa Morgenstern but call me Clary.”
Jace raises an eyebrow. She has to be really angry at her mother if she’s going around introducing herself as a Morgenstern and he doesn’t think it’s just that Jocelyn hid the Shadow World from her.
“What are all of you but especially Jonathan and Jace doing here?”
“We’re kidnapping you!” Izzy declares happily and this time it’s Alec who’s facepalming. Nate just starts laughing and for a moment Jace thinks those two should never be left together unsupervised. Then he thinks of what they’re doing and considers that maybe none of them should be anywhere unsupervised.
“And where are we going?” Clary asks, awfully on board with being kidnapped. She jumps up onto the windowsill and then drops down between Izzy and Nate. Jonathan just grins.
“You’ll see.”
None of this is even remotely sensible, Jace thinks while he laughs at Nate’s admittedly excellent imitation of Raphael Santiago. They follow Jonathan Morgenstern, tracking through a muddy field and joking as if they’d never been enemies. Jonathan is teasing Clary for being calf-deep in the mud and Izzy for losing her right heel for the third time, Izzy’s mocking Alec for being a literal stick in the mud and Nate’s regaling everyone with his tales from hell. Even Alec has got over his grumpy cat impression and is jokingly berating Jonathan for not being any help reigning in the others’ recklessness.
For a moment Jace loses track of the conversation and just watches. Izzy’s clutching Clary’s hand while they go through a particularly deep mud hole even if Clary’s nearly knee-deep in it herself. Jonathan and Alec are up ahead, poking fun at each other in a way Jace doesn’t fully understand. Nate slings his arm over Jace’s shoulders and grins. Jace smirks back and leans his full weight into him, almost sending them both to the ground.
This feels good. Normal. Nothing really felt normal since Clary was thrown into the Shadow World without a warning. Her very existence blew up the foundations of everything that’s been built in the last eighteen-or-so years and the Clave didn’t like that. Now, in this field, with the Clave and the Circle far away, everything finally feels alright again. He wonders if the others feel it too.
It’s not going to last. Valentine will come back and find him and Jonathan missing, the Lightwoods will find their kids gone, and Michael Wayland will probably panic when he returns with Stephen and Céline and finds Nate gone. Jocelyn will likely flip her shit.
But, frankly, he doesn’t give a fuck about any of that right now because his parabatai’s finally having fun with someone other than his family, his adopted sister’s giggling with his girlfriend like she never does with Alec and Jace and the boy whose life Jace stole is next to him, alive and already carving a place for himself.
He could do without the mud though.
It doesn’t occur to any of them that the path they’d been taking is an actual road until they spot a tall gate before them. It’s imposing, spiked and as black as anything can be when it stands in the sun all day. Jace is just opening his mouth to complain about climbing yet another sharp fence when Jonathan produces a key and simply unlocks the gate. The hinges make a horrific creaking noise before they get stuck leaving maybe a foot of space to squeeze through.
They manage, with some choice words, a lot of pushing and some scraping of rust from the hinges with their blades. It’s a good thing Hodge will never know. At some point, Nate hands Jace a dagger and doesn’t ask for it back.
“So,” Jace begins once everyone is safely inside the fence. They stand on a gravel path leading to a fountain before a positively huge mansion. Everything around them is overgrown, the water in the fountain is filled with algae and wines are climbing the walls of the mansion.
“Whose house is this?”
Jonathan tries to grin but it comes out more like a grimace. “Welcome to the Morgenstern mansion.”
That… checks out, actually. Valentine would hardly have the time to maintain the mansion while he’s planning a coup and experimenting on children.
“Why are we here?” Clary asks with understandable wariness. Jonathan glances back at them. He does an excellent job of answering the question without actually explaining anything.
“Who’d think to look for us in here? As far as anyone knows, we don’t even know where the manor is.”
“Jon…” Nate sighs. Jonathan curls his lips in displeasure.
“I was curious about the place.” He rubs the Thermis rune sticking out from under his sleeve. “And, as I said, drinks!”
Clary snorts. “You’re counting on there being alcohol here? You didn’t bring any?”
Jonathan rolls his eyes and shoves her shoulder lightly. “Wouldn’t you notice if I was lugging around a huge bag of alcohol for six people?”
“Five and a half,” Izzy interrupts and smirks at Alec. “And that’s not a joke about Clary’s height.”
Nate intervenes before anyone can try and escalate the situation. He throws an arm over Clary’s shoulder, grabs Izzy’s wrist and starts leading them both to the house. Jonathan twirls a key around his finger and looks after them for a moment before picking up his pace to catch up.
The front door is a bit easier to open but not by much. Jonathan eventually throws his entire weight against it and all but crashes through it. They all cower in the doorway until the echo of the heavy wooden door hitting the wall fizzles out. Jonathan gestures for them to be quiet and they enter the Morgenstern manor.
The foyer is huge, tiled with marble. The furniture is made of heavy oak wood and covered in a thick layer of dust. Two staircases lead up onto the mezzanine level.
The wood railing creaks loudly when Jace puts a little weight on it and they all flinch and glare at him. He holds up his hands in surrender and keeps away from the bloody thing.
They creep down the halls, peering into the various rooms. Most of them look to have been uninhabited for far longer than the eighteen years Valentine’s been in hiding. Others show signs of life, most remarkably an unfinished plate of something. Jace doesn’t feel like dwelling on what exactly used to be on the plate eighteen years ago as it is now most assuredly dust.
They’re sneaking back down the stairs when Clary stops short two steps below Jace. She straightens up from the slumped position she took and looks at Jonathan.
“Why are we sneaking?” she asks in a normal voice and it carries at least two halls down. “This is our house.”
Jonathan freezes as he works through the question. “Oh, yeah,” he says and relaxes. He stretches his back. “It is, isn’t it?”
Nate snorts and stomps down the stairs in the loudest way possible, apparently trying to make up for the lack of noise until now. He turns around and stares up at them.
“Come on, I was promised alcohol.”
They do find alcohol in the house. Specifically, they find an entire bar of spirits. Naturally, Nate pulls out the bottle with the highest per cent count of them all – something Polish that none of them can read but it says 95% in big white numbers. It smells like rubbing alcohol and Jace takes a swing.
It tastes like rubbing alcohol too.
“I don’t think we should be drinking that?” Alec says after taking a hesitant sniff.
“It’s probably fine,” Izzy says and starts pulling out shot glasses. Alec frowns at her and she rolls her eyes. “Please, you think we shouldn’t drink anything. It’s fine, big brother.”
Magnus’ phone lights up with a message in the middle of Valentine Morgenstern’s extremely long-winded explanation about how Downworlders aren’t people and should, therefore, die. It is a truly fascinating speech, so much so that exactly no one seems to be paying a whit of attention. Needless to say, he doesn’t feel bad at all when he checks his phone.
The message is from Alexander and it’s, in fact, not just one but multiple. It starts intriguingly:
So don’t freak out but we’ve gone out. Izzy, Nate and I.
A reasonable thing to be doing for three teenagers. Magnus doesn’t see a reason to be panicking.
And Clary
That will likely upset Jocelyn Fairchild but Magnus truly doesn’t care. Clary deserves at least a little fun after the avalanche of nonsense that has been thrown at her. After having her memories stolen repeatedly.
And Jace
Magnus frowns at the screen. Jace Herondale has been kidnapped and is being kept on Valentine’s ship. Valentine felt the need to point it out several times before Stephen Herondale ran out of patience and punched him in the face. One must truly have some sort of natural talent to make their friends absolutely despise them.
All of that aside, Jace Herondale has no business hanging out with anyone if Valentine’s to be believed. And he probably is because the youngest Herondale is not one to disappear into the ether for no reason.
And Jonathan but it’s FINE
Magnus’ brain draws to a halt.
Jonathan Morgenstern? he types and watches the three dots with dread. Surely Alexander did not decide hanging out with Valentine Morgenstern’s demonic son is a good idea. Surely , Clary knows better.
Yes but nevermind that now
Nevermind that now? Magnus gapes at the screen but is momentarily distracted by someone – Céline Herondale of all people – interrupting Valentine. Nothing she says is to the point, as far as Magnus can tell, but it leaves her fellow ex-Circle members snickering and Valentine Morgenstern red in the face and scowling. Lucian Graymark has his head on the table, shoulders shaking.
It’s just the others have been drinking.
Like
A lot
Magnus frowns at the screen while the Clave attempts to make the Circle behave themselves. It clearly doesn’t work because now Robert is talking, turning the full force of his innate rudeness on Valentine.
And now Jace and Izzy are throwing up and Nate’s passed out
Magnus blocks out all of the talking around him and focuses completely on the three jumping dots in the conversation.
Clary and Jonathan are just really confused
That… is not good. Not least because of who they are. He picks up the phone.
What have you been drinking??
His message leaves at the exact same time Alexander finally gets to the point.
I can’t wake Nate up but he’s really cold.
Magnus stands up at once, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Multiple people start complaining all at once but he’s already dialling Alexander’s number. He picks up immediately.
“What the hell have you drunk?” Magnus demands, completely ignoring everyone around him.
He can hear Alexander’s shrug while he reads out the name. His pronunciation is all over the place but Spirytus duch puszczy is not an unrecognizable name. He plasters a hand over his face and swears.
“Diluted, right?”
Alexander stays silent for a second too long.
“ Right? ” Magnus demands but it’s clear they drank it neat. “Where are you?”
“Just tell me what to do?” Alexander tries, blanching at telling him their location. Encouraging.
“Take them all to the ER for stomach pumping for alcohol poisoning.” He snaps a little bit but Alexander pauses and the entire meeting Magnus interrupted with him. Alexander still hesitates though, so he adds, into the complete silence in the room: “You can die of alcohol poisoning, Alexander.”
“Is that Alec?” Robert wants to know but Magnus has no time. There are approximately five teenagers he cares about at the moment and three of them are probably dying. Robert probably already knows the answer anyway.
“The Morgenstern manor,” Alexander says very quietly and Magnus pauses despite the risks. His eyes find Valentine Morgenstern.
“Where?”
Alexander repeats himself as if that makes it any better. Magnus has questions. A lot of them, such as When and How but most importantly Why . All of them have to wait though.
“Alright. Keep them awake, warm and hydrated.” He carries on with the instructions and glances around for a large enough open space. Robert and Maryse are on their feet, clearly having caught up. Lucian’s just behind them. The Herondales and Waylands all have comprehension slowly dawning on their faces.
“Don’t let anyone choke especially… did you say Jonathan’s the unconscious one?”
It’s a bit on the nose, name-dropping like this, but it makes Valentine react; at the same time as most of the ex-Circle. Suddenly it’s not about him hanging up but him explaining everything. Magnus doesn’t really have the time for it but he doesn’t know where the Morgenstern manor is.
He opens a portal and looks between the ex-Circle members. They’ll likely be the most useful source of information.
“Where’s the Morgenstern mansion?”
Valentine Morgenstern immediately balks, son or not. “I’m not telling you that.”
Magnus really doesn’t have the time so he shrugs. “Then don’t. I’ll just let your kids die of alcohol poisoning.”
He won’t and they know it – or at least he hopes Robert and Maryse know it. Neither of them is yelling so they probably do.
“I’ll take you,” several people say together causing Valentine to splutter entertainingly. Magnus is a little amazed the formerly dead ex-Circle members are taking his word for it but Michael Wayland and Céline Montclaire always were the least offensive people in the Circle. Stephen Herondale is a surprise but he’s been a surprise consistently for the last month.
“Is Clary there?” Jocelyn wants to know. If Magnus says yes, she’ll try to keep Clary from her friends, boyfriend and brother. If he says no, he’ll be lying.
He chooses the much simpler option of not answering and lets Maryse Trueblood lead him through the portal.
The scene they find at the Morgenstern manor doesn’t paint a pretty picture. Alexander alternates between checking on unconscious Jonathan Wayland and Isabelle while Jonathan Morgenstern, Clary and Jace are doing their best to keep each other awake while huddled under thick duvets clearly stolen from the bedrooms. Jace is pausing every few minutes to retch although nothing’s really coming up anymore and Jonathan is staring off into the middle distance, eyes slowly slipping shut before Clary digs her elbow into his side. Clary herself doesn’t really seem aware of what is going on as Alexander reminds her to stay awake and under the blanket.
Magnus makes a beeline for Isabelle and Jonathan Wayland. The ones who are awake can wait.
Everyone waits until Magnus is done pulling alcohol out of their kids’ bloodstreams. They send the kids to the hospital ward in Alicante, just to be sure, and let Alexander explain what happened.
Alexander stutters through a short run-down of the events until they found the alcohol in the mansion. Truthfully, Magnus does not envy him. From the looks on the ex-Circle members’ faces, he doesn’t envy any of the kids, really.
Alexander disappears before anyone can pull themselves together. A sensible choice, Magnus acknowledges a few seconds later when the Circle breaks into an argument.
He weighs his options while Jocelyn Fairchild gets into Valentine’s face in a way that should see her murdered but for some reason doesn’t. They are all adults, he thinks, absently wondering how these people ever managed to plan an Uprising. Stephen Herondale seems to find the whole situation hilarious though laughing was a terrible idea – it sees Céline Herondale, Amatis Graymark, Eliza Wayland and Maryse Trueblood all yelling at him.
Lucian seems to be trying to mediate between Valentine and Jocelyn. ‘Trying’ being the key word as what ends up happening is both adult Morgensterns yelling at him instead. Magnus has no idea how any of this could conceivably be the werewolf’s fault but they are convinced.
Robert Lightwood and Michael Wayland just sit there, watching shit go down. For a while.
“Didn’t you say Hodge was watching Jace?” Robert says loudly, clearly talking to Valentine.
Magnus takes the moment of silence as his opportunity to slip out of the room after Alexander. They’re all adults. They can handle themselves.
The room behind him explodes into another chaotic round of shouting. This time he can hear the distinctive voice of Hodge Starkweather screaming back at Valentine.
Magnus thinks back to the meeting and sighs. At the very least they can handle each other.