Also by Cassandra Clare

Nephilim, I wonder?”
“Sterling seemed afraid of us,” said Emma. “It’s weird. He got picked, so that means they’re going
to sacrifice him. You’d think he’d want any help he could get, even from Shadowhunters.”
“But getting help is forbidden, right?” said Livvy. “If they caught him accepting it, they could
torture him. Do worse than kill him.”
Cristina shuddered. “Or he could be a true believer. Maybe he thinks it would be a sin to accept
help.”
“Men have gone to their deaths for less,” said Mark.
“How many of them do you think there were? The Followers?”
“About three hundred,” said Julian.
“Well, if we can’t go to the faeries yet, we’ve got two options,” said Emma. “One, we track down
every one of those three hundred losers and beat them up until they tell us who did the actual killing.”
“That seems impractical,” said Ty. “And time-consuming.”
“Or we could go straight to finding out who the leader is,” Emma said. “If anyone knows, it’s that
Belinda girl.”
Julian ran a hand through his hair. “Belinda’s not her real name—”
“I’m telling you, Johnny Rook knows her,” Emma said. “In fact, he probably knows a lot, given that
information about the Shadow World is his business. We’re asking him.”
“Yes, you agreed to this already in the car,” Mark said, and frowned. “This cat is looking at me
with judgment.”
“He’s not,” said Jules. “That’s just his face.”
“You look at me the same way,” Mark said, glancing at Julian. “Judgy face.”
“This is still progress,” Livvy said stubbornly. She glanced at Mark sideways, and Emma saw
anxiety in her gaze. It was so rare for Livvy to show the worry she felt that Emma sat up straight. “We
should go to the faerie convoy, tell them the Followers are responsible—”
“We can’t,” said Diana, appearing in the doorway. “The fey were very specific. ‘The one with
blood on his hands.’ You might think they want progress reports, but I don’t think they do. They want
results, and that’s all.”
“How long have you been eavesdropping?” Julian asked, though there was no hostility in the
question. He glanced at his watch. “It’s awfully late for you to be here.”
Diana sighed. She did look bone weary. Her hair was untidy and she was uncharacteristically
dressed down in a sweatshirt and jeans. There was a long scrape across one of her cheeks.
“I went by the convergence on my way back from Ojai,” she said. “I got in and out fast. Only had to
kill one Mantid.” She sighed again. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s been back there since the night you
went. I’m worried our necromancer’s found a new place.”
“Well, if he doesn’t use a convergence, the next time he uses dark magic, he’ll show up on
Magnus’s map,” said Ty.
“Did you find anything useful in Ojai?” Emma asked. “What warlock is up there? It’s not anyone
we know, is it?”
“No.” Diana leaned against the doorjamb, clearly not planning on saying anything else. “I did hear
about the Followers; I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you were tracking them down here. I wish
you’d told me, but—”
“You’d already left,” said Jules. He leaned back on his hands. His dress shirt stretched across his
chest. Knowing what his body looked like under the cotton was not helping Emma’s concentration.
She looked away, hating her uncontrolled thoughts. “But I can give you the summary.”