Also by Cassandra Clare

“Oso.” Tavvy took the bear and smiled a gap-toothed smile. Julian looked at Cristina as if she’d
brought him water in the desert. Emma thought of what Livvy had said about Jules and Cristina in the
training room, and felt a small, inexplicable sting at her heart.
Livvy was chattering away to Jules, swinging her legs cheerfully. “So we should all go,” she said.
“Ty and I can go in the car with Emma and Mark, and you can go with Cristina, and Diana can stay
here—”
Julian set his little brother down. “Nice try,” he said. “But this is really a two-person job. Emma
and I will be in and out fast, see if there’s anything unusual about the house, that’s it.”
“We never get to do anything fun,” protested Livvy.
“I should be allowed to examine the house,” Ty said. “You’ll miss everything important. All the
clues.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Julian said dryly. “Look, Livs, Ty-Ty, we really need you here
to go over the photos from the convergence cave. See if you can identify the languages, translate them
—”
“More translating,” Livvy said. “Sounds thrilling.”
“It will be fun,” Cristina said. “We can make hot chocolate and work in the library.” She smiled,
and Julian shot her a second grateful look.
“It’s not busywork,” Julian promised. “It’s because you guys can genuinely do things we can’t.” He
nodded toward the computer. Livvy flushed, and Ty looked pleased.
Mark, however, didn’t. “I should go with you,” he said to Jules. “The Courts wished me to be part
of the investigation. To accompany you.”
Julian shook his head. “Not tonight. We need to figure out what to do about not being able to use
runes on you.”
“I don’t need them—” Mark began.
“You do.” There was steel in Julian’s voice. “You need glamour runes, if you want to blend in. And
you’re still injured from last night. Even if you do heal quickly, I saw you reopened your wound in the
training room—you were bleeding—”
“My blood is not your concern,” Mark said.
“It is,” said Julian. “That’s what it means to be family.”
“Family,” Mark began bitterly, and then seemed to realize that his younger siblings were there and
were looking at him, silent and still. Cristina, too, was quiet, gazing at Emma across the room, her
gaze dark and worried.
Mark seemed to swallow back whatever he had been about to say. “If I had wanted to take orders, I
would have stayed with the Hunt,” he said instead, in a low voice, and walked out the door.