Jace had glamoured himself along with his friends, Isabelle and Alec. He had tracked the scent of a vampire to a club in downtown Boston. He saw the vampire, he had striking blue hair---a perfectly disguised punk in this club. Isabelle tricked him and led him into a storage closet where they attacked the vampire who revealed his name to be Arlott. Jace was had tied him to a pole and was about to strike when he heard a girl gasp. At first, he looked at Isabelle, but she was quiet, holding her menacing whip in her hand. Jace looked past her and saw you; behind the rack of boxes, your hand over your mouth.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we have company." Jace smirked sarcastically.