“Just promise me that you won’t come home. Go to Simon’s and call Luke - tell him that he’s found me -“ Her words were drowned out by a heavy crash like splintering wood.
“Who’s found you? Mom, did you call the police? Did you -“ Her frantic question was cut off by a noise Clary would never forget - a harsh, slithering noise, following by a thumping, her voice eerily calm: “I love you Clary.”
The phone went dead.