"I think it's best if we just work through them table by table, then nobody can complain that we didn't visit with them" Damon whispered to Clary, pulling her towards the first table with a political smile on his face that he forced to reach his eyes, he would much rather be talking to their friends and family, the people that were there for them as opposed to their alliance.

They made their way slowly through the square, greeting the acquaintances of either man, chatting for as little amount of time as was politely possible to those that they didn't like or know very well. They happily spent a little...