Novel & Cerita Cassandra Clare Infernal Devices Series

“I’m with security,” he added, as if that explained everything. “And if you want to save lives, you’ll listen.” I wanted to argue, but a part of me knew he was probably right. Secondary devices were a common tactic. I hesitated, glancing back at the building. My gut twisted, torn between the need to act fast and the fear of making a mistake. 2 KAREEM She was stubborn, I could see that right away. The way her jaw clenched, the fire in her eyes—it was clear she wasn’t going to back down easily.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

Many disapproved of her presence in the Black Haw Pack. "To prove the accused's innocence, I proposed we search her room for anything that might connect with what happened to the Alpha," one of the Elders declared and then nodded to one of the guards standing in the courtroom. "This morning, we found a bottle of knockout drops in your bedroom, Miss Clark. Do you have any explanation for why you possess such a dangerous drug like this?" Cassy got frozen as well as me. I never expected such a thing from her, but just looking at her baffled face, I knew it wasn’t hers.

“I smelled something in her. She didn’t smell like a human—she smelled a little like us.” Kael’s eyes shot to the rearview mirror to look at Ty at the back. Ty was the hound, the tracker. His sense of scent was stronger and more distinct than the others, and his suspicions were almost always spot on. Silence now engulfed the car. “I see,” was all he could say. — It was a little past 4 PM. As Kael looked around the crowd, he couldn’t find even a strand of her hair. He tightly clutched his mouthpiece, surveying the crowd once more.

But when she pulled back, eyes dark, she said— “If you want to be mine, Lucien Blackwood… then you tell me everything.” And I did. About the first Thorn. About the failsafe buried in her DNA. About the night her father begged me to protect her—but refused to tell her the truth. She didn’t speak for a long time. Then she said— “So we burn them. All of them.” And I knew she meant it. Later that night, I stood alone in the courtyard, watching the sky bleed silver above Blackwood Estate. Clara’s voice came through the comm. “We have confirmation. Iris is inbound. 36 hours.”

My fingers tightened unconsciously around Evelara’s hand. “She arrived then,” Cassian said, his voice lowering, “and she identified it.” My gaze snapped to him. “Identified it as what?” “Dead Viles…” The name echoed unpleasantly in my mind, stirring something old and forbidden. “And then?” I demanded. Cassian swallowed. “She didn’t neutralize it.” My jaw tightened. “Then what did she do?” He met my eyes, and for the first time, I saw something like awe flicker there.

If Cassandra was on her side then she could personally hunt down the Chosen. Then something else revealed itself over time. Cassandra wasn't herself, and Demonya knew it was something serious. It wasn't that Cassandra wasn't loyal or efficient, it's the fact that Cassandra wasn't the woman she was during her time with the Chosen, before the Awakening. For many years Demonya attempted to retrace her steps and put pieces of the puzzle that was Cassandra Novgrave together and could only come to one ultimate conclusion. Something happened to her when they journeyed to the Forbidden Depths. Even though the depths were said to be a mysterious tainted place within the Third Realm, she had been able

Cassandra deliberately scratching herself, intentionally smashing the sacred chalice at the Luna Ceremony, swapping the Soulstone for a fake, bribing the healer to frame Estelle… All of it, and more, so much more viciousness and calculation than he had ever imagined.

His expression guarded. “Sophie wants to know about the contents of the bag, Cassian.” Alaric said. I stood up. I grabbed Cassian’s arm. “The book, Cassian. The old journal with the leather cover. And the black rectangular device. Where are they?” Cassian looked uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I didn't see any book.” Cassian said. “The bag was open when I found it. But I saw the black mirror. I picked it up. It suddenly flickered to life. There was a figure inside it... a girl that looked exactly like you. But she wasn't moving. Her soul was trapped in it.”

“He might be able to anchor it.” Elias jerked back. “No. I can’t.” “You’re the only one who can,” Cassandra said sharply. “You're the only one with purge residue inside you. It will respond to you.” Elias looked at the sphere—its unstable pulses shaking dust from the ceiling. “If I anchor it… what happens to me?” Cassandra hesitated. Then whispered the truth: “You’ll burn.” Alexander stepped between them. “No! Elias is not dying today—not after everything—”