So we all have to do that?' Maia said. 'Get drawn on, I mean.'

Only if you're going to fight,' Isabelle said, looking at the other girl coldly. 'You don't look eighteen yet.'

Maia smiled tightly. 'I'm not a Shadowhunter. Lycanthropes are considered adults at sixteen.'

Well, you have to get drawn on, then,' said Isabelle. 'By a Shadowhunter. So you'd better look for one.'

But--' Maia, still looking over at Alec and Magnus, broke off and raised her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at--and stared.

Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people--Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike--were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.

Maia looked perplexed. 'Wait a second,' she said. 'Do we all have to do that, too.

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