“Coming,” Tessa said. She hurried to the stretcher and bent down. The blanket was pulled partway over the man’s face.

“You’re all right,” Tessa said, pulling back the blanket. “You’re all right now. You’re at hospital. You’re here at St. Bart’s….”

It took her a moment to realize what she was seeing. The marks on his skin were not all wounds. And his face, though covered in soot and streaked with blood, was more familiar to her than her own.

Tessa, Jem said, the echo deep inside her head like the memory of a bell ringing.

Then he went limp.

“Jem!” It couldn’t be. She seized his hand, hoping she was dreaming—that the war had addled her sense of reality completely. But the slim, scarred hand in hers was familiar, even limp and without strength. This was Jem, her Jem, dressed in the bone-colored robes of a Silent Brother, the marks on his neck pulsing as his heart pumped furiously. His skin burned under her touch.

“He’s in a bad way,” the orderly said. “I’ll fetch the doctor.”

“No,” Tessa said quickly. “Leave him with me.”

Jem was glamoured, but he could not be examined. No mundane doctor could do anything about his injuries, and they would be shocked at his runes, his scars, even his blood.

She tore away the parchment robes. It took her only a moment to find the source of the trauma—a massive wound in his shoulder that went clean through. The wound was black with a silvery edge, and his tunic was saturated with blood all the way down to his waist. Tessa scanned the hallway. There were so many people, she could not immediately see Catarina. She could not scream.

“Jem,” she said into his ear. “I am here. I am getting help.”

She stood up, as calmly as she could, and hastily made her way through the chaos of the hall, her heart beating so fast she felt like it might come up her throat and through her mouth. She found Catarina working on a burned man, her hands on his wounds. Only Tessa could see the snow-white glow emanating from under the blanket as she worked.

“Sister Loss,” she said, trying to control her voice. “I need you at once.”

“Just a moment,” Catarina said.

“It cannot wait.”

Catarina looked over her shoulder. Then the glow stopped. “You should feel better in a moment,” she said to the man. “One of the other sisters will be over very soon.”

“I feel better already,” the man said, touching his arm in wonder.

Tessa hurried Catarina back to Jem. Catarina, seeing Tessa’s taut expression, asked no questions; she only bent down and peeled the blanket back.

She looked up at Tessa. “A Shadowhunter?” Catarina said in a low voice. “Here?”

“Quickly,” Tessa said. “Help me move him.”