Alec has never been quite so confronted with his Shadowhunterness as he has been tonight, confronted with what it means to be a Shadowhunter and with what others believe it means.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he said. Marcy looked up at him. "I meant what I said," he added. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

He knew he should, of course. The Clave would want to know, but...technically Downworlders had dealt with it, and no mundanes were really hurt.