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Jocelyn sounded strained. "Did my message make sense? You know what I was calling about?"
"You wanted to know about the child," said the woman on the other end of the line. Clary knew she ought to hang up, but she couldnt. What child? What was going on? "The one who was abandoned. "
There was a catch in Jocelyns voice. "Y-yes. I thought-"
"Im sorry to say this, but hes dead. He died last night. "
For a moment Jocelyn was silent. Clary could feel her mothers shock through the phone line. "Died? How?"
"Im not sure I understand it myself. The priest came last night to baptize the child, and-"
"Oh, my God. " Jocelyns voice shook. "Can I-Could I please come down and look at the body?"
There was a long silence. Finally the nurse said, "Im not sure about that. The bodys in the morgue now, awaiting transfer to the medical examiners office. "
"Catarina, I think I know what happened to the boy. " Jocelyn sounded breathless. "And if I could confirm it, maybe I could prevent it from happening again. "
"Jocelyn-"
"Im coming down," Clarys mother said, and hung up the phone. Clary gazed blankly at the receiver for a moment before hanging up herself. She scrambled to her feet, ran a brush through her hair, tossed on jeans and a sweater, and was out her bedroom door just in time to catch her mother in the living room, scribbling a note on the pad of paper by the telephone. She looked up as Clary came in, and gave a guilty start.
"I was just running out," she said. "A few last-minute wedding things have come up, and-"
"Dont bother lying to me," Clary said without preamble. "I was listening on the phone, and I know exactly where youre going. "
Jocelyn paled. Slowly she set her pen down. "Clary-"
"You have to stop trying to protect me," Clary said. "I bet you didnt say anything to Luke, either, about calling the hospital. "
Jocelyn pushed her hair back nervously. "It seems unfair on him. With the wedding coming up and everything-"
"Right. The wedding. Youre having a wedding. And why is that? Because youre getting married. Dont you think its time you started trusting Luke? And trusting me?"
"I do trust you," Jocelyn said softly.
"In that case you wont mind me coming with you to the hospital. "
"Clary, I dont think-"
"I know what you think. You think this is just like what happened to Sebastian-I mean Jonathan. You think maybe someones out there doing to babies what Valentine did to my brother. "
Jocelyns voice shook slightly. "Valentines dead. But there are others who were in the Circle who have never been caught. "
And they never found Jonathans body. It wasnt something Clary liked to think about. Besides, Isabelle had been there and had always been adamant that Jace had severed Jonathans spine with the blade of a dagger and that Jonathan had been quite, quite dead as a result. She had gone down into the water and checked, shed said. There had been no pulse, no heartbeat.
"Mom," Clary said. "He was my brother. I have a right to come with you. "
Very slowly Jocelyn nodded. "Youre right. I suppose you do. " She reached for her purse where it hung on a peg by the door. "Well, come on, then, and get your coat. The weather forecast says it might rain. "
Washington Square Park in the early morning was mostly deserted. The air was crisp and morning-clean, the leaves already thickly covering the pavement in sheets of red, gold, and dark green. Simon kicked them aside as he made his way under the stone archway at the south end of the park.
There were few other people around-a couple of homeless men sleeping on benches, wrapped in sleeping bags or threadbare blankets, and some guys in green sanitation uniforms emptying the trash cans. There was a guy pushing a cart through the park, selling doughnuts and coffee and pre-sliced bagels. And in the center of the park, by the big circular stone fountain, was Luke. He was wearing a green zip-up Windbreaker and waved when he saw Simon.
Simon waved back, a little tentatively. He still wasnt sure he wasnt in some kind of trouble. Lukes expression, as Simon drew closer, only intensified Simons foreboding. Luke looked tired and more than a little stressed out. His gaze, as it fell on Simon, was full of concern.
"Simon," he said. "Thanks for coming. "
"Sure. " Simon wasnt cold, but he stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket anyway, just to give them something to do. "Whats wrong?"
"I didnt say anything was wrong. "
"You wouldnt drag me out here at the crack of dawn if nothing was wrong," Simon pointed out. "If it isnt about Clary, then . . . ?"
"Yesterday, in the bridal shop," Luke said. "You asked me about someone. Camille. "
A flock of birds rose, cawing, from the nearby trees. Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth; five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret thats never been told.
"Right," Simon said. He had already lost count of the number of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret thats never been told. Whatever that was.
"You know about the Shadowhunters who have been found murdered around the city this past week or so," Luke said. "Dont you?"
Simon nodded slowly. He had a bad feeling about where this was going.
"It seems Camille may be responsible," said Luke. "I couldnt help but remember you had asked about her. Hearing her name twice, in a single day, after years of never hearing it at all-it seemed like quite a coincidence. "
"Coincidences happen. "
"On occasion," said Luke, "but they are rarely the most likely answer. Tonight Maryse will be summoning Raphael to interrogate him about Camilles role in these murders. If it comes out that you knew something about Camille-that youve had contact with her-I dont want you to be blind-sided, Simon. "
"That makes two of us. " Simons head had started pounding again. Were vampires even supposed to get headaches? He couldnt remember the last time hed had one, before the events of these past few days. "I met Camille," he said. "About four days ago. I thought I was being summoned by Raphael, but it turned out to be her. She offered to make me a deal. If I came to work for her, shed make me the second most important vampire in the city. "
"Why did she want you to work for her?" Lukes tone was neutral.
"She knows about my Mark," Simon said. "She said Raphael betrayed her and she could use me to get back control of the clan. I got the feeling she wasnt enormously fond of Raphael. "
"Thats very curious," said Luke. "The story as Ive heard it is that Camille took an indefinite leave of absence from heading up the clan about a year ago and made Raphael her temporary successor. If she chose him to lead in her place, why would she move against him?"
Simon shrugged. "I dont know. Im just telling you what she said. "
"Why didnt you tell us about her, Simon?" Luke said very quietly.
"She told me not to. " Simon realized how stupid this sounded. "Ive never met a vampire like her before," he added. "Just Raphael, and the others at the Dumont. Its hard to explain what she was like. Everything she said, you wanted to believe. Everything she asked you to do, you wanted to do. I wanted to please her even though I knew she was just messing around with me. "
The man with the coffee and doughnut cart was passing by again. Luke bought coffee and a bagel and sat down on the edge of the fountain. After a moment Simon joined him.
"The man who gave me Camilles name called her the ancient one," Luke said. "She is, I think, one of the very, very old vampires of this world. I imagine she would make most people feel fairly small. "
"She made me feel like a bug," Simon said. "She did promise that if in five days I didnt want to work for her, shed never bother me again. So I told her Id think about it. "
"And have you? Thought about it?"
"If shes killing Shadowhunters, I dont want anything to do with her," said Simon. "I can tell yo
u that much. "
"Im sure Maryse will be relieved to hear it. "
"Now youre just being sarcastic. "
"I am not," said Luke, looking very serious. It was at moments like this that Simon could put aside his memories of Luke-Clarys sort-of stepfather, the guy who was always around, who was always willing to give you a ride home from school or lend you ten bucks for a book or a movie ticket-and remember that Luke led the biggest wolf pack in the city, that he was someone to whom, at crucial times, the whole Clave had listened. "You forget what you are, Simon. You forget the power you have. "
"I wish I could forget it," Simon said bitterly. "I wish if I didnt use it, it would just go away. "
Luke shook his head. "Power is a magnet. It draws those who desire it. Camille is one of them, but there will be others. Weve been lucky, in a way, that its taken this long. " He looked at Simon. "Do you think that if she summons you again, you could get word to me, or to the Conclave, letting us know where to find her?"
"Yes," Simon said slowly. "She gave me a way to contact her. But its not like shes just going to show up if I blow a magic whistle. Last time she wanted to talk to me, she had her minions surprise me and then bring me to her. So just having people hang around with me while I try to contact her isnt going to work. Otherwise youll get her subjugates, but you wont get her. "
"Hmm. " Luke looked considering. "Well have to think of something clever, then. "
"Better think fast. She said shed give me five days, so that means by tomorrow shes going to expect some kind of signal from me. "
"I imagine she will," said Luke. "In fact, Im counting on it. "
Simon opened the front door of Kyles apartment cautiously. "Hey there," he called, coming into the entryway and hanging up his jacket. "Is anyone home?"
No one answered, but from the living room Simon could hear the familiar zap-bang-crash sounds of a video game being played. He headed into the room, holding in front of him like a peace offering the white bag of bagels hed picked up from Bagel Zone on Avenue A. "I brought breakfast. . . "
His voice trailed off. He wasnt sure what hed expected would happen when his self-appointed bodyguards realized hed sneaked out of the apartment behind their backs. It had definitely involved some form of the phrase "Try that again, and Ill kill you. " What it hadnt involved was Kyle and Jace sitting on the futon couch side by side, looking for all the world like newly minted best friends. Kyle had a video game controller in his hands, and Jace was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, watching intently. They barely seemed to notice Simons entrance.
"That guy over there in the corner is totally looking the other way," Jace observed, pointing at the TV screen. "A spinning wheel kick would put him out of commission. "
"I cant kick people in this game. I can only shoot them. See?" Kyle mashed some buttons.
"Thats stupid. " Jace looked over and seemed to see Simon for the first time. "Back from your breakfast meeting, I see," he said without much welcome in his tone. "I bet you thought you were very clever, sneaking off like that. "
"Medium clever," Simon acknowledged. "Like a cross between George Clooney in Oceans Eleven and those MythBusters guys, but, you know, better-looking. "
"Im always so glad I have no idea what youre vacantly chattering about," said Jace. "It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being. "
Kyle set his controller down, leaving the screen frozen on a close-up of an enormous needle-tipped gun. "Ill take a bagel. "
Simon tossed him one, and Kyle headed into the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a long counter, to toast and butter his breakfast. Jace looked at the white bag and waved a dismissive hand. "No, thanks. "
Simon sat down on the coffee table. "You ought to eat something. "
"Look whos talking. "
"Im out of blood right now," Simon said. "Unless youre offering. "
"No, thanks. Weve been down that road before, and I think were better off as just friends. " Jaces tone was as lightly sarcastic as ever, but this close up, Simon could see how pale he looked, and that his eyes were ringed with gray shadows. The bones of his face seemed to be sticking out more prominently than they had before.
"Really," Simon said, pushing the bag across the table toward Jace. "You should eat something. Im not kidding. "
Jace glanced down at the bag of food, and winced. The lids of his eyes were grayish blue with exhaustion. "The thought makes me sick, to be honest. "
"You fell asleep last night," Simon said. "When you were supposed to be guarding me. I know this bodyguard thing is mostly a joke to you, but still. How long has it been since you slept?"
"As in, through the night?" Jace considered. "Two weeks. Maybe three. "
Simons mouth opened. "Why? I mean, whats going on?"
Jace offered the ghost of a smile. "I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. "
"I actually know that one. Hamlet. So youre saying you cant sleep because youre having nightmares?"
"Vampire," said Jace, with a tired certainty, "you have no idea. "
"Hey. " Kyle came back around the counter and flung himself down in the nubby armchair. He took a bite out of his bagel. "Whats going on?"
"I went to meet Luke," Simon said, and explained what had happened, seeing no reason to hide it. He left out any mention of Camille wanting him not just because he was a Daylighter, but also because of the Mark of Cain. Kyle nodded when he was done. "Luke Garroway. Hes the head of the downtown pack. Ive heard of him. Hes kind of a big shot. "
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