InsaneJournal

Sabas Rivera gave up the search for peace the first time he fell into Rahul's bed. His wife, more a sister than a lover, smiled and pretended she didn't know, but Sabas could see it in her dark brown eyes. She knew. There was no way she didn't; Jess was too smart to be the jilted lover and be unaware. She just didn't say anything, he thought, because deep down, Jess cared more about Sabas and his happiness than about their marriage.

And anyway, they'd been good together. Still were, actually, except she hadn't made it to Gehenna. She wouldn't, though; what had she done wrong? Other than fight demons, and that was only technically legally wrong by human standards. Then again, they weren't humans, so did it matter? Did that technically break the law? Sabas didn't know. It seemed to, with the white-faced asshole who'd dragged him here.

He stood in the middle of the dojo, staring in a manner that appeared to be blank and empty at the wall. He heard the door swing open and didn't move, eyes still trained on the wall while he paid attention to what he could smell and hear instead of saw. Vision was your least important sense as a Shadowhunter. Scent, hearing, feel: these always mattered more.

It was the girl, he thought, but she was... different. Not human, but not anything he'd ever met, either.

He broke his gaze and turned, arching an eyebrow. "Ey, you showed up," he said, in an accent that sounded thoroughly Americanized, though he'd only spent twenty minutes at the Los Angeles Institute for a meeting with Malcolm Fade. "My name's Sabas. Sabas Rivera. What about you?"