An Eye For An Eye

“Ah, I love a challenge.” She grinned, trailing her finger across the top of the case as she moved until she reached the correct braille note taped to the top edge. “I have dairy free chocolate petit fours with raspberry filling?”

“With Magnus’ sense of humor, I’m guessing it’s a good thing I can’t read the guest list.” She nodded, “I met Magnus when I was six years old. He saved my life.”

A small crease formed on Tara’s forehead as the scent of a shadowhunter wafted her way, bringing up a jumbled mix of feelings ranging from distrust to curiosity, “Nephilim... Magnus sure seems to have an abundance of your kind hanging about lately.”

downworlders: but you didn't do anything

me now: im you but im allowed to say fuck