““Shadowhunter.” The creature on the left spoke in a hissing whisper. “We did not know of you in this situation.” Isabelle raised a delicate eyebrow. “And what situation would that be?” The second subjugate pointed a long gray finger at Simon. The nail on the end of it was yellowed and sharp. “We have dealings with the Daylighter.” “No, you don’t,” Simon said. “I have no idea who you are. Never seen you before.””
