The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

Author:Cassandra Clare [Clare, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Clary yanked the blade back. It was one of Luke's. The

moment she'd cracked the kitchen door and gotten a look

at what was going on in the living room, she'd made a

beeline for the personal weapons stash he kept in his

office. Maia might be weakened and sick, but she'd looked

mad enough to kil , and Clary didn't doubt her abilities.

"What the hel is it with you?" As if from a distance,

Clary heard herself speaking, and the steel in her own

voice astonished her. "Werewolves, vampires—you're both

Downworlders."

"Werewolves don't hurt people, or each other. Vampires

are murderers. One kil ed a boy down at the Hunter's Moon

just the other day—"

"That wasn't a vampire." Clary saw Maia blanch at the

certainty in her voice. "And if you could stop blaming each

other al the time for every bad thing that happens

Downworld, maybe the Nephilim would start taking you

seriously and actual y do something about it." She turned to

Simon. The vicious cuts across his cheek were already

healing to silvery red lines. "Are you al right?"

"Yes." His voice was barely audible. She could see the

hurt in his eyes, and for a moment she wrestled the urge to

cal Maia a number of unprintable names. "I'm fine."

Clary turned back to the werewolf girl. "You're lucky he's

not as much of a bigot as you are, or I'd complain to the

Clave and make the whole pack pay for your behavior."

With a sharp tug, she yanked the knife loose, freeing

Maia's T-shirt.

Maia bristled. "You don't get it. Vampires are what they

are because they're infected with demon energies—"

"So are lycanthropes !" Clary said. "I may not know

much, but I do know that."

"But that's the problem. The demon energies change

us, make us different—you can cal it a sickness or

whatever you want, but the demons who created vampires

and the demons who created werewolves came from

species who were at war with each other. They hated each

other, so it's in our blood to hate each other too. We can't

help it. A werewolf and a vampire can never be friends

because of it." She looked at Simon. Her eyes were bright

with anger and something else. "You'l start hating me soon

enough," she said. "You'l hate Luke, too. You won't be able

to help it."

"Hate Luke?" Simon was ashen, but before Clary could

reassure him, the front door banged open. She looked

around, expecting Luke, but it wasn't Luke. It was Jace. He

was al in black, two seraph blades stuck through the belt

that circled his narrow hips. Alec and Magnus were just

behind him, Magnus in a long, swirling cape that looked as

if it were decorated with bits of crushed glass.

Jace's golden eyes, with the precision of a laser, fixed

immediately on Clary. If she'd thought he might look

apologetic, concerned, or even ashamed after al that had

happened, she was wrong. Al he looked was angry.

"What," he said, with a sharp and deliberate annoyance,

"do you think you're doing?"

Clary glanced down at herself. She was stil perched on

the coffee table, knife in hand. She fought the urge to hide it

behind her back. "We had an incident. I took care of it."

"Real y." Jace's voice dripped sarcasm.

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