Also by Cassandra Clare

“It’s gotten worse, hasn’t it?” he said.
“Uncle Arthur?” Jules was caught off guard. “I don’t think so. I mean, it’s not great that I haven’t
been here, but if we’d kept refusing to go to England, someone would have gotten suspicious.”
“Not Arthur,” said Malcolm. “You. Does she know about you?”
“Does who know what?”
“Don’t be dense,” Malcolm said. “Emma. Does she know?”
Julian felt his heart wrench inside his chest. He had no words for the feeling of upheaval
Malcolm’s words caused. It was too much like being tumbled by a wave, solid footing giving way in
the slide of sand. “Stop.”
“I won’t,” Malcolm said. “I like happy endings.”
Julian spoke through his teeth. “Malcolm, this is not a love story.”
“Every story is a love story.”
Julian drew away from him and started toward the stairs. He was rarely actually angry at Malcolm,
but right now his heart was pounding. He made it to the landing before Malcolm called after him; he
turned, knowing he shouldn’t, and found the warlock looking up at him.
“Laws are meaningless, child,” Malcolm said in a low voice that somehow still carried. “There is
nothing more important than love. And no law higher.”
Technically, the Institute wasn’t supposed to have a computer in it.
The Clave resisted the advent of modernity but even more so any engagement with mundane
culture. But that had never stopped Tiberius. He’d started asking for a computer at the age of ten so
that he could keep up to date on violent mundane crimes, and when they’d come back from Idris, after
the Dark War, Julian had given him one.
Ty had lost his mother and father, his brother, and his older sister, Jules had said at the time, sitting
on the floor amid a tangle of wirestouch, sleeping in bed together. As kids they’d fought over the
blankets, stacked books between them sometimes to settle, at least it would be something.
And indeed, Ty loved the computer. He named it Watson and spent hours teaching himself how to
use it, since no one else had a clue. Julian told him not to do anything illegal; Arthur, locked away in
his study, didn’t notice.
Livvy, ever dedicated to her sibling, had also taught herself to use it, with Ty’s help, once he’d
familiarized himself with how it worked. Together they were a formidable team.
It looked like Ty, Dru, Livvy, and even Tavvy had been busy. Dru had spread maps all over the
floor. Tavvy was standing by a whiteboard with a blue dry-erase marker, making possibly helpful
notations, if they could ever be translated out of seven-year-old.
Ty was seated at the swivel chair in front of the computer, his fingers moving swiftly over the
keyboard. Livvy was perched on the desk, as she often was; Ty worked around her, completely aware
of where she was while at the same time focusing on the task at hand.
“So, you found something?” Julian said as they came in.
“Yes. Just a second.” Ty held up his hand imperiously. “You can talk to each other if you like.”
Julian grinned. “That’s very kind.”
Cristina came hurrying in, braiding her damp, dark hair. She’d clearly showered and re-dressed, in
jeans and a flowered blouse. “Livvy told me—”
“Shh.” Emma put her finger to her lips and indicated Ty, staring intently at the computer’s blue
screen. It lit up his delicate features. She loved the moments when Ty was playing detective; he so
clearly fell into the part, into the dream of being Sherlock Holmes, who always had all the answers.