#missing scenes malec

Doing a quick sweep with his magic, Magnus scanned the loft. There were at least two dozen people milling about in the seven rooms around them, but he had no way of knowing if their alliance was with Camille or Valentine. Not that either option was preferable.

Alec stayed close as they made their way down an empty but overdone hallway, his bow in hand as they turned the first corner and found an open door to another of Camille's libraries.

“Seriously she’s got a lot of books.” Alec muses his eyes growing wider. Magnus can't help but huff in disdain. He knows Camille well enough to know that she hasn’t necessarily read all of the books on these shelves, but she’s a collector. Whether it be possessions or people, she always had to have the most, of everything.

“Alexander, I feel I should apologize for Camille’s behavior earlier.” Magnus started, his voice quiet. In truth, he felt terrible for letting Camille get the jump on him like that. He was distracted by his interest and involvement with the Shadowhunters. He should have registered that she would smell angel blood in the air for before he took notice. She had the perfect moment to interfere, an action that was very like her, he’d been a fool to fall for it. “We’ve known each other for many years and she's...?”

“Insane?” Alec offers, disinterested. Despite the fact that he didn’t know much about Camille, he knew enough to ascertain her intentions to be an instrument of trouble for anyone around her. While seeing her kiss Magnus had made his stomach flip horribly, he refused to give her the pleasure of knowing how much he wanted to slit an arrow through her cold dead heart.

“You caught that?” Magnus asks, his insecurity over-exacerbated by their current surroundings. He hadn’t been to this loft in many years, and he couldn’t help the twinge of change. It was a shame, really, he could swore his ex lover used to have good taste.

“She'd have to be to let you get away.” Alec says absentmindedly, his focus on sweeping their way through another empty hallway. Magnus freezes on the spot, desire and shock coursing through his veins. For his part, Alec didn’t seem to register what he’d said, but the words made Magnus’ heart skip a beat.

As Alec begins move towards the next room, he looks back, noting Magnus’ absence beside him.

With a sway in his step Magnus approaches Alec, his hands reaching for the young Shadowhunters broad chest, close enough to caress the labels of his leather jacket.

“You know, Alexander, there's only so many times I can reschedule dinner before the hostess gets suspicious.” Magnus says as he leans forward, too close but not close enough.

Alec has only a moment to wonder if Magnus was remembering their first, stolen kiss with as much clarity as he is, before they are both yanked apart, seraph blades lighting up against their throats. Unwilling to fight against their captures with the other in such immediate danger, they are pulled into another room where Valentine is waiting. His circle members holding each of the others at bay as their leader instructs Jace on his options.

The threat is simple. If Jace doesn’t follow him, they all die.