Warning: Foul Language. Pictures may take a moment to load. The song for this chapter is Bad Dream by Ruelle (from Shadowhunters).
The drive to Bridgeport takes about eight hours, at least, a quiet journey through dark valleys blanketed with wild pines, expanses of green fields dotted with barns and sheep, and sleepy little towns beside wide, lazy rivers. Lucifer and Gabriel are silent all the way to the jagged hills that guard the city — to my relief, they seem to have no intention to murder me, however melodramatic that sounds.
I’m surprised when we arrive. Bridgeport is far bigger than anything I have seen, a dramatic collection of impressive towers and concrete blocks, surrounded by barren hills crowned by mansions. As we cross the bridge, over a wide strip of dull iron-grey river, the noise hits me — the honks of taxis and rumbling of many cars. I press my nose against the glass, watching the city grow closer. Even though it is in the middle of the day, the city seems dark and under shadows. For a girl who has grown up in little Sunset Valley, a green town full of sunlight, the sheer size and brutalism of the city is honestly a bit overwhelming.
My heart does a slow twist as we drive into the centre of the city. How am I supposed to find my way here? There are countless people here and the blurred faces I manage to catch in the streets seem cold and distant. I’ve heard a little about Bridgeport, that it is the ultimate place to seek fame and fortune. But I underestimated how many unfamiliar people and cars and buildings and dark alleys there really are. The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel about leaving the warm, safe confines of my mother’s home.
Gabriel’s voice shakes me out of my doubtful thoughts. “Cherry, come on.” I look up to realise that the engine has died down to an idle, in front of a concrete apartment block facing a still harbour. Feeling a tingle of anticipation, I pick up my travelling bag and ease the door open. The air is warm, but smells of smoke, metal, and salt, the slightly unpleasant odour of a seaside city.
We leave Luc behind with the car. I follow Gabriel in nervous silence into a dark foyer, where an elevator blinks at the opposite wall. “We live in the penthouse. This place used to be a brick factory-turned-lodge, so it was a bit shabby when we found it, but my cousin fixed it up okay,” Gabriel says to me as he steps into the elevator. “Your cousin?” I finally find my voice. He nods, leaning against the gilded wall. “Lilith. You’ll meet her soon. Raphael and Michel should be home, too.”
The elevator creaks upwards and I clutch my travelling bag, anxiety bubbling in my stomach. It sounds like there are five people I will live with for the next few days — Gabriel, Luc, Lilith, Raphael, and Michel. Will I get along with them? What kind of people are they? Questions spin around in my head and don’t stop, even when the doors slide open to reveal a hallway, which is dimly lit and wallpapered in an unflattering 70’s green. As if reading my mind, Gabriel says distastefully, “The foyer isn’t part of our property.”
Several doors line the hallway, one of which Gabriel opens and beckons me into. We walk into a lounge, which has stripped brick walls and a relaxed, grungy vibe to it, overlooking the steely harbour. Stretched out asleep on the window seat that runs the length of the room, looking as long and lanky as a cat, is a guy with a shock of bright green hair that leaves me blinking for a few seconds. The black tattoos swirling across his arms are startling against his pale skin.
“This is Raphael, Cherry,” Gabriel says quietly. “Weird name for an anime character,” I blurt out without thinking. The boy — who must be a few years older than me — opens one amber eye at me, which only further enforces my first impression of a cat. The look he gives me is as unconcerned and supremely lazy as a feline watching birds in the garden on a sunny afternoon.
“Well, well. Isn’t this interesting,” He drawls in a slow, deep voice.
“Um… what’s interesting?” I say nervously. Raphael frowns, his eyes flickering to Gabriel before settling on mine. “Just that I haven’t seen him in a company of a girl ever since-”
“No.” Gabriel says, his voice suddenly cold and cutting as ice. I glance at him, surprised; he seems mild mannered and his sharp tone makes me wonder about what Raphael said. “Sorry.” Unfazed, Raphael returns his gaze to me. I can see it intensify for a moment as he brushes an emerald lock out of his face, giving me a glimpse of what seems like scar tissue mottling his right eye. “Ah, I’ve finally found someone with a face just as amazingly perfect as mine.” He gives a low laugh, which sounds amused, but I can sense thinly veiled bitterness underneath it. “What’s your name, sweetpea?”
The patronising use of sweetpea sends a slice of hot anger through me. “Cherry Kingston,” I snap. “And don’t call me sweetpea.”
Raphael grins at me, a spark of mischief dancing across his careless demeanour for a moment. He opens his mouth again, but a deafening shriek of Spanish from an adjacent room drowns out whatever his reply was. “Raphael Kage, trae tu trasero aquí!”
I look at Gabriel, who gives a small shake of his head. “Did you tinker with the kitchen tap again?” He says in exasperation. Raphael examines his fingernails, apparently bored, before replying. “I may or may not have.” He winks at me, and I see the glint of a tiny screwdriver in his palm, before he pushes himself up and strolls to the door as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I’m a little confused, and it must have shown in my face, for Gabriel laughs softly. “Raphael enjoys pranking my cousin.” He rubs the back of his neck in a tired sort of way. “I better go make sure she doesn’t murder him.” With that, he passes through the same doorway Raphael disappeared through.
The room is a vast industrial kitchen, with greenery lining the floor-to-ceiling-windows. The makings of shortbread cookies clutter the kitchen island. Nearby, a girl with long black hair is waving a wooden spoon at Raphael. “Que niño tonto, cuántas veces te he dicho que no te metas con el grifo?!” My vague understanding of Spanish from school, and the fact that water is spraying out of the tap in a great fountain, gives me the gist of what the girl is mad about. “So many times that I don’t listen anymore,” Raphael says cheerfully, leaning against the counter. Storm clouds gather above the girl’s head and she advances threateningly, causing Raphael to lean further back; but he is taller than her, and he continues smiling down at the girl with pure amusement.
“Lilith...” Gabriel sighs in embarrassment, and the girl’s spoon stops an inch from jabbing Raphael in the chest. “Oh!” Lilith’s grey eyes widen and she takes a moment to whack Raphael on the head, and toss the spoon in the sink, before hurrying over to me.
“Hello.” She smiles at me, and I instantly feel a stab of envy. The girl must be four or five years older than me; tall, strikingly gorgeous, with Gabriel’s delicate looks, and curves I can never hope to gain. The way she holds herself is fearless and bold, which along with the combat boots, gives me the sense that she has Luc’s confidence.
I swallow my jealousy and shake Lilith’s hand. “Hi. I’m Cherry.” The other girl tilts her head, examining me for a long time before speaking again. “Oh, are you and Gabriel together?” She asks hopefully, her English still retaining a faint Spanish lilt; something I now realise that her cousins have, too.
“No, we’re not,” Gabriel says firmly from behind me. He leans against the counter heavily, suddenly looking tired. Lilith nods slowly, looking strangely disappointed, before some light flickers on behind her grey eyes. “Then I suppose you will be my new roommate!” She says brightly. “I don’t think you’ve met Michel yet, too, so I will show you around.”
I reluctantly let her link her arm through mine, doubt and confusion racing around my head. Is it normal for people to accept strangers so easily in the city? I look back at Gabriel, who is now talking to Raphael in a low voice. As if he senses my glance, he turns his head and gives me a faint smile, an unspoken see you later.
“Lilith,” I finally voice my bewilderment and growing nervousness, “I don’t understand why-” Lilith holds up a finger, cutting me off. “Wait up. I’ll explain in a few minutes. Raphie, cariño, we girls need coffee and my cupcakes. Don’t you dare eat them all first!” She calls over her shoulder. The sound of Raphael complaining loudly in the kitchen, along with Gabriel’s laughter, is soon followed by the humming of a coffee machine.
A set of French doors is what I follow Lilith through, into a pretty vintage bedroom, full of fairy lights and golden sunshine streaming from a wall of glass. There’s a sewing machine in one corner, the table on which it sits cluttered by rolls of fabric and pearl pins. Lilith sits down on a lounger by the windows and pats the cushion next to her. “What is it you want to know?” She says once I oblige. “Everything. Who are you? Why are you so accepting of me? What does Gabriel want from me? And are you and Raphael-”
Lilith frowns. “Well, firstly, Raphael is my best friend, nena. I call everyone sweetie, in case you were wondering. And has my baby cousin not told you anything?” I shake my head at her question. Following a thoughtful silence, Lilith says, “If Gabriel has chosen to not tell you anything, there must be a reason for it. But I can tell you that Michel was a runaway, like you. I took him in because there are many dangers in this city that he was not prepared for. As long as he pays us back, he lives with us.”
I bite my lip, still feeling uneasy. “How does he pay you back?” I ask hesitantly. Lilith smiles, noticing my disquiet. “Nothing dodgy, Cherry. He helps around the house, helps keeps this family running well. Similarly, if you choose to stay, you will help me do the household chores and force the boys to do it as well.” She laughs, but then lowers her voice seriously. “As for Gabriel’s reason, if he hasn’t chosen to disclose who he is… then he’s waiting to see something in you.”
“Well, that’s not creepy at all.”
The door opens before Lilith can reply, and Raphael comes in, balancing coffee mugs and a tray of iced cupcakes. “Thank you, Raphie.” Lilith ruffles his neon hair, making him roll his eyes and walk out muttering something that sounds like don’t call me Raphie. I silently wonder if she acts like this around all guys.
I sip my coffee, a stronger blend than I’m used to, but still a welcome relief after the long drive from Sunset Valley. Lilith licks the buttercream frosting off her cupcake before turning to me curiously. “Tell me why you ran away.”
The coffee relaxes me and I find myself spilling everything — the fire, how my family fell apart, my sisters, the bullying, the anger, Teddy Schnauzer, that evening in the woods, Gabriel… the betrayal and confusion and fury. Lilith listens quietly and when I finish, feeling a familiar prickling behind my eyes, she rubs my back soothingly. “Oh, Cherry. Let’s hope you will find a better life here.”
I nod, swirling the dregs of my coffee around the mug. Lilith stands up abruptly and I look up to realise that the sunlight is rapidly dimming. “Showing you around can wait till tomorrow. You should get some sleep, cariño.” She decides, patting me on the head in a motherly sort of way. I give her a weak smile, suddenly feeling the ache of exhaustion all over my body. My eyelids are too heavy and before I can stop them they fall, and the last thing I see is the city lights winking like dying fireflies against the night sky.
The distant clatter of plates wakes me, and I sit up quickly, disoriented for a few seconds. Morning sunlight fills the room and I blink, memories of last night flooding back into my mind. Right, yes; I’m in Gabriel’s apartment, in Bridgeport. My first night away from home. I think of Mom, and a throb of hot guilt passes through me briefly as I think of how she must reacting to find me gone. How Cinna must be trying to calm her down. But then I shake my head clear of these feelings. This was my choice.
I swing my legs off the couch and I realise that someone tucked a blanket around me while I was sleeping. Lilith, probably. It’s still unnerving how open she is to me, but I guess that’s because I was raised in Sunset Valley, a town which looked down upon anything that was less than perfect.
“You’re awake!” Lilith appears, sounding much too bright for the morning. Her long hair is down, falling over her shoulder, and she’s barefoot, wearing leather leggings and a zipped crop top. It’s totally unfair how Lilith looks gorgeous at this ungodly hour in the morning when I look like a complete mess and smell like I haven’t had a shower in a long time, which I haven’t.
Perhaps she notices, for she flutters her hand delicately at the door. “Bathroom is through the door right next to us. You can use my soaps and shampoos.” I nod gratefully, collecting fresh underwear and a snowy button down from my travelling bag, which has been left by the sofa.
The hot shower feels like liquid gold on my stiff body. I sigh, working through my tangled hair with a sweet, exotic-smelling conditioner. Subsequently when I come out, my wet hair out and curling from the shower, I smell like cinnamon and vanilla. Lilith is checking her scarlet lipstick for some invisible flaw when I arrive. “Good, you’ve finished. Now come with me.” Without high heels, she looks small as she walks out into the hallway, me following curiously.
She marches up to one of the doors and raps on it loudly. After a few seconds of silence, it is thrown open by a very irritated Luc. I blush straight away, embarrassed, for he is shirtless. “This better be important,” He growls, his voice still husky with sleep. Lilith does not look remotely perturbed, despite her cousin being about a head taller than her.
“It is,” She says crisply. “You are going to get changed right now and show Cherry the city today.” Luc notices me for the first time and a corner of his mouth flicks up, in a way I don’t particularly like. “Don’t you want to look at me, Cherry?” Against my better judgement, I meet his green eyes.
“I’m not going to,” He says to Lilith, his eyes still on mine, smiling that twisted smile. “I need to rest before tonight and I’m not wasting my precious time being a fucking tour guide.” Without warning, he leans forward and flicks a curl out of my face, his thumb grazing my jaw. “You should keep your hair out more often.”
I jerk back violently, hearing Luc laugh before the door slams shut.
There’s a short silence before Lilith pats me on the shoulder. “I’m sorry. Luc is playing around,” She sighs. “Please don’t take it personally.” I stare hard at the closed door, the heat gradually draining out of my face to be replaced with cold anger. Asshole.
“He thinks it’s funny?” I ask through gritted teeth. “My cousin has a diablo’s sense of humour.” Lilith replies in an oddly sad voice, sounding as if she’s said this many times.
“Anyway, perhaps it is for the best that Luc didn’t go, because I don’t want you two murdering each other. I would take you myself if I was not so busy today,” She apologises, and I shake my head. “It’s fine, I don’t mind waiting. I can do some chores for you.” Lilith smiles at me. “Thank you. And I’m sure Gabriel wouldn’t have wanted to do it, either-“
“I’ll take her.” A new voice sounds behind me and I jump. Gabriel stands there with his hands in his pockets, dressed in a black hoodie, quiet but looking relaxed. Lilith frowns. “Aren’t you tired?” She asks in concern. He shakes his head, so a little of his black hair falls into his eyes. “I went to bed early yesterday. It’s no problem.”
I stare at him, not sure what to think. “Honestly, you don’t have to.” Gabriel gives me a long look in return. “This isn’t just sightseeing, Cherry. Come with me.” I hesitate before Lilith pushes me after his long strides. Instead of stepping into an elevator, he knocks on another door, and I remember there being a fifth person in the penthouse.
A boy with light brown hair and blue eyes, opens the door. To my surprise, he looks no older than I am, with a sweet-natured and babyish face. “Est-elle ta petite amie, Gabriel?” He says to Gabriel at once, who shakes his head wearily. “Bien sûr que non.”
Looking slightly put out, the boy turns to me with a curious, open gaze. “Good morning,” He says politely to me, in a heavy French accent. “Michel, meet Cherry — new flatmate.” Gabriel introduces me, and the other boy offers his hand for me to shake it. “Nice to meet you.” I manage a smile, despite my lingering anger, as we shake hands briefly.
After that, Gabriel grabs a set of keys and leads me down the elevator, and into the morning air. I can already hear the rumble of traffic from the nearby flyover, a change from the stillness of dawns back in Sunset Valley. The smell of frying burgers, too, from a brightly lit diner on a small wharf a little way away. Why anyone would have deep fried food for breakfast, I don’t know, but the scent makes my stomach gurgle softly.
“I’ll take you to breakfast first, shall I?” Gabriel looks over as he opens the car doors with a jangle of keys, smiling slightly. I flush and slip into the car without saying anything, and soon it’s racing along the road, the glimmer of grey ocean flying past us. As he steers the car amongst beeping taxis and morning commuters, Gabriel begins speaking.
“Cherry, I want you to understand something about Bridgeport,” He says, looking straight ahead. “There are two sides to the city. One is all glitz and glamour, where movie stars attend red carpet premieres and pop bands play concerts at the stadium, where you can go shopping on the high street and dine at famous restaurants. The music scene is thriving here. But the other side is fraught with danger. Crime, drugs, murder, and poverty rates are high here, and there are gangs everywhere. You have to always be watching your back when you’re out on the streets. Don’t trust anyone.”
The urgency in his tone is startling and I swallow nervously, watching the skyscrapers pass by in all their glass and concrete glory. “Is it really so bad?” I finally say in a tiny voice. Gabriel nods stiffly, and I can see his jaw is set when I glance at him. “I grew up in the poor industrial district. I saw the worst of it all throughout my childhood.” “And can I trust you?” I ask softly, as I pull my hair up into the usual bun. There’s a pause, crackling with a sudden tension. “I don’t know,” Gabriel finally answers, so quiet that I almost don’t hear it, and my stomach clenches. The engine kills, and I look out of the window to see what seems like a cafe, set in an old shipping container which has been painted a bright, cherry red.
“So what dangers should I be aware of in this cafe?” I feebly attempt to break Gabriel out of whatever this incredibly uncomfortable silence is, and it works, for he shakes his head and then smiles thinly. “The potential to get high on their delicious coffee. Which I’m going to buy you right now.”
The cafe is fairly busy, with several well-dressed people sitting in the sunlit courtyard, drinking coffee and chatting with their friends, or reading the newspaper. A bell chimes as Gabriel pushes the door open. The inside of the shipping container is light and bright, lined with wood and windows that offer picturesque views of the greenery surrounding us.
A blonde girl in a crisp white shirt and black apron is busy behind the counter, which is a glass case filled with beautiful pastries and bread. After serving a drink through a counter that opens to the courtyard, she turns to smile at us, instantly reminding me of a Barbie doll. “Gabriel!” She delights in some heavy European cadence.
“You know what I’m ordering,” Gabriel says stiffly from behind me. I don’t need to turn around to know that his arms are folded. The girl rolls her huge violet eyes and sighs dramatically. “I swear you get more and more like Lucifer every time I see you,” She chides, pulling out a bottle of iced coffee.
“You know Luc?” I say, surprised. The girl looks at me curiously. “Yes, I dated him once. We were together for such a short time, it might as well have been a one night stand.” Her laughter is sweet and tinkling. “What, are you his new girlfriend?” I shake my head, mortified. Gabriel must sense my embarrassment, for he leans forward to speak in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “You should order something.”
I jump slightly, but I stare at the menu behind the counter. “Uh, I’d like to have medium espresso, please.” “And an eclair,” Gabriel adds patiently. The girl gives us a strange smile before turning to the coffee machine with a nod. “Eclair for breakfast?” I speculate quietly, while she’s busy pouring in the cream. “You won’t regret it,” Gabriel murmurs back.
“Does Luc really get around that much?” I ask, once we receive our orders and find a table. Gabriel’s expression hardens and he leans back in his chair. “He pretty much hooks up with a new girl and then breaks up with her every week. My brother leaves a trail of broken hearts everywhere he goes.” After a pause, in which he seems to be gauging me, he adds, “Consider that as a warning.”
“Warning taken.” I sip my coffee to hide my red cheeks, and am pleasantly surprised to find that it’s as good as Gabriel said. He’s watching me now, a slight smile on his face. “You get embarrassed easily. Luc’s already made a move on you, hasn’t he?” He remarks, his dark eyebrows raised. I set down my coffee to glare at him. “Shut up.”
Gabriel just nods. “Why are we even talking about this?” I huff, breaking off the end of my eclair. “Tell me about… the diversity in this city instead. Michel is French, and you’re… Spanish, right?” Gabriel shrugs and seems to let the topic of Luc go. “Part Spanish. Raphael is half Japanese, half white. And yes, Michel was born in France, he moved here a year ago. Bridgeport is a big city, and you’ll find it’s a melting pot of different cultures. Many people come here to seek fame and fortune.”
He narrows his eyes. “The majority don’t find it and end up stuck, spending their time gambling or getting drunk.” He pops off the bottle lid and swallows his iced coffee with a sigh. “Is that what you do?” I ask brazenly. Gabriel slowly lowers the glass bottle, giving me an incredulous look. “That genuinely offends me, Cherry.” Now it’s my turn to narrow my eyes. “Then what do you do?”
“You’ve finished breakfast, we should go.” He suddenly stands up, and I look down to realise that there’s nothing but crumbs left of the eclair. “Well, you did tell me I wouldn’t re- hey, you didn’t answer my question!” I run out of the cafe after Gabriel, who doesn’t turn around. “That was intentional.”
“You can’t just do that!” I gasp, irritated. “I know you’re up to something shady if you won’t tell me what you do for a job. Give me a reason to trust you!” At this, Gabriel whips around and catches my wrist, startling anger flashing across his handsome face. “You see, Cherry, I need to trust you first.”
I fall silent and Gabriel’s hands soften. “Sorry.” He exhales heavily and his fingers gently brush against my wrist, making me flinch and my face burn. Seeing my reaction, he raises an eyebrow and lets go, causing unreasonable disappointment to arrow through me, once again. “God, I really am like Luc.” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Well, as long as you haven’t dated a hundred girls, then I think you’re safe,” I snap, harsher than I intended. Gabriel laughs weakly. “Do you still want me to show you the city?” I glare at him for a moment, but then I relax into a smile. “Well, I do want to learn about the other dangers in this city, apart from you and Lucifer.”
We come back at about one in the afternoon. Gabriel leaves me immediately, saying something about needing to sort out something, but I think he’s really just removing himself from the vicinity of my caustic remarks. I look around for everyone else; Raphael and Luc are nowhere to be found, but Michel is in the lounge reading and Lilith in her bedroom, painting her nails.
“Hey, Cherry!” She smiles at me, wiggling her crimson nails, which freshly painted looks like she’s dipped them in blood. I return her greeting, easing off my shoes and sighing in relief. “Your cousins are stupid.” I flop down onto the couch before realising it’s been replaced with a single bed.
Lilith examines her hands, turning them this way and that in the sunlight. “Luc can certainly be estúpido. But I was not aware that Gabriel was too. What did he do, cariño?” I raise my hand, wondering what it would look like painted. “He just is,” I answer petulantly, knowing perfectly well that I sound like a child. Lilith laughs, a rich and velvety sound. “Oh, Cherry.” And she says nothing else on that matter, simply stating that the new bed I’m lying on right now temporarily is for me.
The rest of the afternoon disappears quickly, me helping Lilith with some cleaning and with dinner. It’s okay work, I guess, not a hard repayment for lodgings. I even suspect that it’s a little too easy. They are expecting something else from me, on Gabriel’s word. I just don’t know what it is. For now, I’ll just enjoy my new home.
The rest of the family appear out of the blue when it’s time for dinner, which is a hearty casserole. Then I’m left alone to clean up the dishes, which I don’t mind, for I can hum in peace. The big empty kitchen, the evening sky and twinkling city lights outside the glass, and the hot water and bubbles rushing over my skin, is peaceful.
“So you haven’t decided to leave after my rudeness.” I turn my head to see Gabriel leaning back on the counter. I wash a glass out before speaking. “I have nowhere else to go.” He regards me quietly for a while, and I feel my cheeks grow hot under his prolonged gaze. “You should get a good night’s sleep today,” He finally says. “Today must have been long for you.”
I stare at his retreating back, confused and annoyed. Was he implying that I get tired easily, like I’m a child? He does have a point, though; my arms and feet are aching again, and my eyelids are fluttering. Sighing, I dry off the last dish and walk to the shower, before climbing into my bed, feeling a deep sense of relief.
I’m not sure when I begin to really sense that things are wrong.
My eyes open suddenly to darkness. For a second, I’m confused, not sure what woke me up; pale moonlight falling through the window tells me it’s four in the morning. The cool air is still and silent, except for the gentle tick tick of a nearby clock. But then there’s the unmistakable creak of floorboards and I freeze under my quilt before relaxing again. It must be one of the others, going to the bathroom or getting a glass of water. I can feel the sweet tides of sleep begin to steal over me again as I close my eyes.
“¡Coño! My skirt ripped again.” There’s Lilith’s voice, hushed but sounding irritated. I open my eyes a little this time, and I can see the shadows of her and another person standing by the door. “I’ve told you a million times to not wear a skirt when we go out, Lilith.” Gabriel’s voice says in exasperation. “Well, I must look gorgeous, don’t I? There’s no point killing a man if I can’t look amazing while I do it.”
My blood runs cold and my breathing speeds up at once. Did Lilith just… no, she couldn’t have. She must have been talking figuratively. Oh, she must have been referring to…
At that moment, she and Gabriel begin walking off. As they do, he passes through a narrow shaft of moonlight, and he appears to gleam in a dark, wet colour. I prise open my eyelids fully, feeling as if my heart could leap out of my mouth if I even breathe. Gabriel’s pale skin is stained with some kind of coppery liquid and his clothes are, too. A velvet liquid which steadily drips and drips and drips off him and collects in shining puddles on the floor…
My eyes have snapped shut before he has moved out of the moonlight, but there’s no mistaking it. Gabriel had been covered in blood.
Wake me up
Won’t you wake me up?
Caught in a bad dream
Caught in a bad dream…
A lot of new characters have been introduced in this chapter and I just want to clarify a few things about them. Lilith is inspired by one of my favorite Shadowhunter characters — Isabelle Lightwood. Some of the upcoming scenes will echo ones from the first season. Also, forgive me if the French and Spanish were woefully incorrect because I used Google Translate lol.
Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, although I know it was really lengthy! I couldn’t help myself from writing. See you probably in a month again… Generation 3 takes so long to write and take pictures for because each of my screenshots must must must be exactly posed and taken (even though some are crap because I rushed) 😖 But you know me… I’m all for quality not quantity!