Camille had done it. She had broken the accords, again. She had taken the life of another mundane. Raphael had no choice but to alert the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute about this. He also informed them that he would turn the fledgling and guide them in life as a vampire of the downworld.

Raphael had buried the fledgling and waited for the fledgling to break through the ground with a few blood bags to quench the ravenous thirst that was sure to appear.