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Allisonâs tears fell as the locket was placed around her neck, just staring at the other - she knew her mother cared in her own way, but the way the woman was with her⊠the snapping, the firmness, it was hard to remember at times, the bad memories playing more than the good. Even from the parts of her childhood she did remember, the happier ones were with her dad - though she supposed any good ones with her mother couldâve been taken due to the things they contained.
She blinked as the stele appeared in the hands of the warlock, listening silently as he explained the last time heâd seen her mom. The night she died.
âYou⊠You saw her that night.â She sniffed, looking up at him. âDid she say anything about me? About⊠what she was doing?â They were questions she never couldâve asked her dad. While she had her motherâs letter, her memories of it were lost from the pain and rage sheâd felt, and with Gerard being the one to hand it to her, over the years she questioned how much had really been penned by her.
She gripped the stele in her hands, closing her eyes as her forehead was kissed, feeling a warmth and calm coming over her. Blinking up at him, she shook her head. âI⊠I wouldnât hurt you. Iâm not the type of person that would. Iâm not my mom, Iâm not my aunt⊠I donât want to hurt people. If I⊠follow my roots, Iâll do it my way. Not any of theirs. I want you on my side.â
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Seamus studied Allison as he listened to all of her questions, âShe wanted you to be happy, to survive.â He murmured, âShe was killing herself because sheâd been bitten by a werewolf, from the gist of what I gathered it was the family code, but I think deep down it was also her shadowhunter roots, itâs part of their code to kill themselves when bitten. Itâs shameful to be a downworlder to them.âÂ
âIâm on your side, Allison. Yours and Skylarâs.âÂ










