A R I A
I hear the car before I see it—Clary's obnoxiously loud playlist thumping through the open window like it's announcing her arrival. The bass rattles the driveway.
Lucian, standing beside me on the front steps, raises an eyebrow. "Subtle."
I sigh. "She's never been subtle a day in her life."
A second later, Clary's out of the car in a blur of oversized sunglasses and combat boots, with a giant duffel bag slung over one shoulder. And trailing just behind her—of course—is Karako.
Karako's dressed in her usual all-black, Tokyo-streetwear-meets-Goth-princess aesthetic. She waves, bright-eyed and already grinning like she knows exactly what went down.
Clary stops short as she sees Lucian next to me, her mouth slowly curling into a smug smile. "Well, well, well."
Karako offers a ch
