He was simply responding to the only male attention he’d ever had. It was quite possible, however, that he had said yes because he was an idiot.Īfter all, Magnus had to keep reminding himself, Alec wasn’t even all that into Magnus. As if all old wounds could be healed, made as though they had never been, and the world could become the way it looked through Alec Lightwood’s clear blue eyes.Īt the time, Magnus had said yes because he wanted to say yes. It was such a simple thing, such a straightforward request-as if no Shadowhunter had ever broken a plate because Magnus had touched it, or spat “warlock” as if it were a curse. He wasn’t even sure Shadowhunters watched movies. None of them had wanted to spend time with him, go out to a movie, and share popcorn. They had wanted favors of several kinds, magical and sexual and strange. Then there was the fact that no Shadowhunter had ever asked Magnus out on a date before. Most of the Nephilim would as soon have thought of thanking an elevator for arriving at the right floor. They thought of magic as their right, due whenever they needed it, and regarded warlocks as either conveniences or nuisances. Very few Shadowhunters would have thought of doing such a thing. For one thing, Alec had come and said thank you to Magnus for saving his life. In response Magnus had promptly lost his mind, kissed him, and made a date for Friday. Then Alec Lightwood, eldest son of the Shadowhunters who ran the New York Institute, had turned up on Magnus’s doorstep, thanked him for saving his life, and asked him out while turning fifteen shades between puce and mauve. This past Tuesday had been a dull day at home with the cat and an inventory list that included horned toads. Magnus walked the floor of his loft apartment alone and wondered, with what amounted to only mild interest, if he was about to be stood up.īeing asked out by a Shadowhunter had been among the top ten strangest and most unexpected things that had ever happened to Magnus, and Magnus had always endeavored to live a very unexpected life. It was Friday night in Brooklyn, and the city lights were reflecting off the sky: orange-tinted clouds pressing summer heat against the sidewalks like a flower between the pages of a book. Find out about free book giveaways, exclusive content, and amazing sweepstakes! Plus get updates on your favorite books, authors, and more when you join the Simon & Schuster Teen mailing list.
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