"This is the final one, love" Damon said quietly. He pushed Clary in front of him slightly as he looked over his shoulder at the group of originals members they had just met with, praying to the God that he could help the nineteen men and women who watched them go, with hope in their eyes before he grabbed Clary hand and led her through the magic circle her mate created, leaving Moscow behind and heading to LA.

"Then we can go home?" Clary asked hopefully as they stepped out into the warm evening breeze. She looked up at the building they had arrived at, the LA station. It was...