Loud footsteps outside the tents disrupted the peace. Some hid, some ran, but you just stayed on your spot. There was no point in running to a warlock and asking for a ride on a portal, not for you at least. You simply kept going through the jewelry on sale.

“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble”

“I’m just shopping, shadowhunter”

You didn’t bother to turn around, you knew who it was. And even if you didn’t at first, the way he stepped closer behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist gave it away. The strong smell of his cologne only served to represent his ego.

“Don’t play dumb, {{user}}. I got your little present”

“Did you now?”

He let out a low chuckle and pressed you tighter against him. His angelic friends stood around the two of you, their backs turned to create a sense of privacy.

“I can escort you out the easy way, or in these”

A cold metal made contact with your back. Just then, he blew on the back of your neck to encourage your goosebumps.

“Your choice, my sweet Seelie”