"Damon, why don't you get us a refill? then we can discuss it. Adom drinks a whiskey sour, just put it on his tab" Clary asked her mate, nodding when he glanced at her with a confused expression on his face before disentangling their hands and heading to the bar.

"You're here to show him what a rejected mate looks like, aren't you?" Adom asked as he watched Damon wander over to the bar where Rong had just started his shift, the sun having set while they had been talking. "You can be a sneaky bastard sometimes, do you know that Clary?" he asked as Damon moved to the bar,...