Also by Cassandra Clare

“Where are Tavvy and Dru?” she asked, lifting the top volume from a stack of books.
“Tavvy was getting stir-crazy. Dru took him down to the beach,” said Livvy. “Ty thinks he might
have figured something out.”
“Who she was,” Ty said. “Our Lady Midnight. Tavvy’s book reminded me of a story I read in one
of the Blackthorn history books—”
“But we’ve looked through all the Blackthorn history books,” Julian said.
Ty gave him a superior look. “We looked at everything going back a hundred years,” he said. “But
Tavvy’s book said Lady Midnight was in love with someone she was forbidden to love.”
“And so we thought, what’s a forbidden love?” said Livvy eagerly. “I mean, people who are
related, gross, and people who are way younger or older than each other, which is also gross, and
people who are sworn enemies, which is not gross but is sort of sad . . .”
“People who like Star Wars and people who like Star Trek,” said Emma. “Et cetera. Where are
you going with this, Livs?”
“Or parabatai, like Silas Pangborn and Eloisa Ravenscar,” Livvy went on, and Emma was
instantly sorry she’d made a joke. She felt herself become very, very aware of where Julian was
standing, how close he was to her, how much he had tensed. “But that doesn’t seem likely. So then we
thought—it was totally forbidden to fall in love with Downworlders before the Accords. It would
have been a big scandal.”
“So we dug into the earlier histories,” said Ty. “And we found something. There was a family of
Blackthorns who had a daughter who fell in love with a warlock. They were going to run off together,
but her family caught them. She was sent to be an Iron Sister.”
“‘Her parents trapped her in an iron castle.’” Mark had caught up Tavvy’s book. “That’s what that
means.”
“You speak the language of fairy tales,” said Diego. “Not surprising, I suppose.”
“So then she died,” said Emma. “What was her name?”
“Annabel,” said Livvy. “Annabel Blackthorn.”
Julian exhaled. “Where did all this happen?”
“In England,” said Ty. “Two hundred years ago. Before ‘Annabel Lee’ was ever written.”
“I found something as well,” said Diego. From the inside pocket of his jacket, he produced a
slightly wilted-looking stem with several leaves clustered on it. He laid it on the table. “Don’t touch
it,” he said as Livvy reached out. She drew her hand back. “It’s belladonna. Deadly nightshade. Only
fatal if ingested or absorbed in the bloodstream, but still.”
“From the convergence site?” said Mark. “I noticed it there.”
“Yes,” said Diego. “It is much deadlier than your average belladonna. I suspect it was what was
smeared on the arrows that I bought at the Shadow Market.” He frowned. “The odd thing is that it
normally only grows in Cornwall.”
“The girl who fell in love with the warlock,” Ty said. “That was in Cornwall.”
Everything in the room suddenly seemed very clear and bright and harsh, like a photograph brought
into sudden focus. “Diego,” Emma said. “Who did you buy the arrows from? In the Market?”
Diego frowned. “A human with the Sight. I think his name was Rook—”
“Johnny Rook,” said Julian. His eyes, meeting Emma’s, were dark with a sudden realization. “You
think—”
She held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”
She was aware of the others looking at her curiously as she took the phone from Julian and strode
across the room, dialing as she went. The line rang several times before it picked up.