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The moonlit alley is slick with steaming demon ichor.
Back-to-back under a fractured fire escape, too near a reeking dumpster, Alec’s gouged shoulder burns, and Magnus’s mouth is split, body quivering from exhausting his magic. A demon uprising tonight of all nights. Alec’s bow is drawn, blue light swirls around Magnus’s fingers, their eyes searching for more spawn to crawl out of the tenebrosity.
Nothing comes, the city holds its breath.
With magic and a lit rune, Alec’s shoulder is healed, and Magnus conjures a beautiful, tiny white-iced cake in his palm three minutes before midnight. “Happy birthday, my Alexander.”