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"You don't know her, Simon. I mean, not anymore. And if she knew I was here, she'd murder me, but . . . can you just try to be a little nicer to her? Please?"
Simon was appalled. He knew that he'd disappointed Isabelle, that his very existence was a constant disappointment to her, that she wanted him to be someone else. But it had never occurred to him that he, the non-vampire, non-heroic, non-sexy iteration of Simon Lewis, could have the power to hurt her.
"I'm sorry," he blurted. "Tell her I'm sorry!"
"Are you kidding me?" Clary said. "Did you not hear the part about how she'd murder me if she knew I was talking to you about this? I'm not telling her anything. I'm telling you. Be careful with her. She's more fragile than she seems."
"She seems like the strongest girl I've ever met," Simon said.
"She's that, too," Clary allowed. She shifted uncomfortably then, and hopped to her feet. "Well, I should . . . I mean, I know you don't really want me around here, so . . ."
"It's not that, I just--"
"No, I get it, but--"
"I'm sorry--"
"I'm sorry--"
They both laughed, and Simon felt something loosening in his chest, a muscle he hadn't even known was clenched.
"It didn't used to be like this, huh?" he asked. "Awkward?"
"No." She gave him a sad smile. "It was a lot of things, but it was never awkward."
He couldn't imagine it, feeling so at ease with a girl, much less a girl like her, pretty and confident and so filled with light. "I bet I liked that."
"I hope so, Simon."
"Clary--" He didn't want her to leave, not yet, but he wasn't sure what to say to her if she stayed. "Do you know the story of Tobias Herondale?"
"Everyone knows that story," she said. "And, obviously, because of Jace . . ."
Simon blinked, remembering: Jace was a Herondale. The last of the Herondales. Or so he thought.
If he had family out there, lost for generations, he would want to know, wouldn't he? Was Simon supposed to tell him? Tell Clary?
He imagined a lost Herondale out there, some golden-eyed girl or boy who didn't know anything about the Shadowhunters or their sordid legacy. Maybe they would welcome finding out who they really were--but maybe, if Clary and Jace came knocking at their door, telling them stories of angels and demons and a noble tradition of death-defying insanity, they would run screaming in the opposite direction.
Sometimes, Simon wondered what would have happened if Magnus had never found him, never offered him the chance to reenter the Shadowhunter world. He would have been living a lie, sure . . . but it would have been a happy lie. He would have gone to college, kept playing with his band, flirted with some non-terrifying girls, lived on the surface of things, never guessing at the darkness that lay beneath.
He guessed that in his other life, telling Clary what he knew wouldn't even have been a question; he guessed that they were the kind of friends who told each other everything.
They weren't any kind of friends now, he reminded himself. She was a stranger who loved him, but she was still a stranger.
"What do you think of it?" he asked her. "What the Clave did to Tobias's wife and child?"
"What do you think I think?" Clary asked. "Given who my father was? Given what happened to Jace's parents, and how he survived it? Isn't it obvious?"
It may have been obvious to someone who knew them and their stories, but not to Simon.
Her face fell. "Oh."
His confusion must have been visible. As was her disappointment--like she was remembering all over again who he was, and who he wasn't.
"It doesn't matter. Let's just say that I do think the Law matters--but it's not the only thing that matters. I mean, if we followed the Law without thinking, would you and I ever have--"
"What?"
She shook her head. "No, I promised myself I wasn't going to keep doing this. You don't need a bunch of stories about what happened to us, who you used to be. You have to figure out who you are now, Simon. I want that for you, that freedom."
It amazed him, how well she understood. How she knew what he wanted without him having to ask.
It gave him the nerve to ask her something he'd been wondering ever since he got to the Academy. "Clary, back when we were friends, before you knew about Shadowhunting or anything, were you and I . . . the same?"
"The same how?"
He shrugged. "You know, into weird music and comics and, like, really not into gym."
"You mean, were we both klutzy nerds?" Clary asked, laughing again. "That's affirmative."
"But now you're--" He waved a hand at her, indicating the taut biceps, the graceful, coordinated way she moved, everything he knew of her past and present. "You're like this Amazon warrior."
"Thanks? I think? Jace is a good trainer. And, you know, there was incentive to get up to speed pretty quick. Fending off the apocalypse and all. Twice."
"Right. And I guess it's in your blood. I mean, it makes sense that you'd be good at all this stuff."
"Simon--" She narrowed her eyes, suddenly seeming to understand what he was getting at. "You do realize Shadowhunting isn't just about how big your muscles are, right? They don't call it Bodybuilding Academy."
He rubbed his aching biceps ruefully. "Maybe they should."
"Simon, you wouldn't be here if the people in charge didn't think you had what it takes."
"They think he had what it takes," Simon corrected her. "The guy with the vampy superstrength and--whatever else it is vampires bring to the table."
Clary got close enough to poke him in the chest, and then she did. Hard. "No, you. Simon, do you know how we got as far as we did in that demon dimension? How we managed to get ourselves close enough to Sebastian to take him down?"
"No, but I'm guessing it involved a lot of demon killing?" Simon asked.
"Not as much as there might have been, because you came up with a better strategy," Clary said. "Something you figured out from all those years playing D&D."
"Wait, seriously? Are you telling me that stuff actually worked in real life?"
"I'm telling you that. I'm telling you that you saved us, Simon. You did it more than once. Not because you were a vampire, not because of anything you've lost. Because of who you were. Who you still are." She stepped away then and took a deep breath. "I promised myself I wouldn't do this," she said fiercely. "I promised."
"No," he said. "I'm glad you did. I'm glad you came."
"I should get out of here," Clary said. "But try to remember about Izzy, okay? I know you can't understand this, but every time you look at her like she's a stranger, it's like . . . it's like someone pressing a hot iron to her flesh. It hurts that much."
She sounded so certain, like she knew.
Like maybe they weren't just talking about Isabelle anymore.
Simon felt it then, not the twinge of fondness he often experienced when Clary smiled at him, but a forceful rush of love that nearly swept him off his feet and into her arms. For the first time, he looked at her, and she wasn't a stranger, she was Clary--his friend. His family. The girl he'd sworn always to protect. The girl he loved as fiercely as he loved himself.
"Clary--" he said. "When we were friends, it was great, right? I mean, I'm not just imagining things, feeling like this is where we belong? We got each other, we supported each other. We were good together, right?"
Her smile turned from sad to something else, something that glowed with the same certainty that he felt, that there was something real between them. It was as if he'd switched on a light inside her. "Oh, Simon," she said. "We were absolutely amazing."
A new cover will be revealed each month as the Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy continue!
Continue the adventures of the Shadowhunters with Emma Carstairs and Julian Blackthorn in
Lady Midnight
The first book in Cassandra Clare's new series, The Dark Artifices.
