Yikes, I'm sorry, I hope you manage to get some sleep))
Ashton did the same, the image of a glamoured cafe in her mind, and their hand grew hot for a second, before they were filled with the smell of dust and mold. It was something she'd spotted out of the corner of her eye that didn't hold shadowhunters or demons. And it seemed that this would have to do, because the powder had disappeared.



