Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale (The Bane Chronicles 3)

He found himself addressing Edmunds coat, wrenched off and left in a heap upon the cobblestones, and his hat, spinning gently beside it.

Edmund jumped and somersaulted in midair, vaulting neatly onto the roof of the carriage. As he did so, he drew weapons from the concealing folds of his garments: the two whips he had spoken of before, arcs of sizzling light against the night sky. He wielded them with cutting precision, their light waking golden fire in his tousled hair and casting a glow on his carved features, and by that light Magnus saw his face change from a laughing boys to the stern countenance of an angel.

One whip curled around the demons waist like a gentlemans hand around a ladys waist during a waltz. The other wrapped as tight as wire about his throat. Edmund twisted one hand, and the demon spun, crashing to the ground.

"You heard the lady," said Edmund. "Unhand her. "

The demon, his teeth suddenly much more numerous than before, snarled and lunged for the carriage. Magnus raised his hand and made the carriage door noindenty shut and the carriage jolt forward a few paces, despite the fact that the carriage driver was missing-presumed eaten-and despite the Shadowhunter who was still standing atop it.

Edmund did not lose his balance. As surefooted as a cat, he simply leaped down to the ground and struck the Eidolon demon a blow across the face with his whip, sending him noindentying backward again. Edmund landed a foot upon the demons throat, and Magnus saw the creature begin to writhe, its outlines blurring into a changing shape.

He heard the creak of a carriage door being opened and saw the lady who had punched the demon essaying to emerge from relative safety to the demon-haunted street.

"Maam," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage while a demon-slaying is in progress. "

She looked him full in the face. She had large dark blue eyes, the color of the sky immediately before night turned it black, and the hair slipping from her elaborate coiffure was black, as if night had come with no stars. Though her beautiful eyes were very wide, she did not look frightened, and the hand that had struck the demon was still clenched in a fist.

Magnus made a silent vow to come to London far more often in the future. He was meeting the most delightful people.

"We must render assistance to that young man," said the lady, in a lilting musical accent.

Magnus glanced over to Edmund, who was at present being thrown against a wall and who was bleeding rather profusely, but grinning and sliding a dagger from his boot with one hand as he choked the demon with the other.

"Do not be alarmed, dear lady. He has the matter well in hand," he said as Edmund slid the dagger home. "So to speak. "

The demon gurgled and thrashed in its death throes. Magnus made the decision to ignore the furor behind him, and made the two women a superb bow. It did not seem to console the maidservant, who shrank into the shadowed recesses of the carriage and attempted to crawl into a pocket handkerchief, face foremost.

The lady of the shining ebony hair and pansy eyes let go her hold on the carriage door and gave Magnus her hand instead. Her hand was small, soft, and warm; she was not even trembling.

"I am Magnus Bane," said Magnus. "Call on me for aid at any time of mortal danger, or if in urgent need of an escort to a noindentower show. "

"Linette Owens," said the lady, and dimpled. She had delicious dimples. "I heard the capital held many dangers, but this seems excessive. "

"I am aware that all this must seem very strange and frightening to you. "

"Is that man an evil faerie?" Miss Owens inquired. She met Magnuss startled look with her own steady gaze. "I am from Wales," she said. "We still believe in the old ways and the fey folk there. "

She tipped her head back to scrutinize Magnus. Her crown of midnight-colored plaits seemed like it had to be too massive for such a small head, on such a slender neck.

"Your eyes . . . ," she said slowly. "I believe you must be a good faerie, sir. What your companion is, I cannot tell. "

Magnus glanced over his shoulder at his companion, who he had almost forgotten was there. The demon was darkness and dust at Edmunds feet, and with his foe well and truly vanquished, Edmund had turned his attention to the carriage. Magnus observed the spark of Edmunds golden charm kindle at the sight of Linette, blooming from candle to sun in an instant.

"What am I?" he asked. "I am Edmund Herondale, and, my lady, I am always and forever at your service. If you will have me. "

He smiled, and the smile was slow and devastating. In the dark narrow street long past midnight, his eyes were high summer.

"I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?"

Edmund blinked.

"I fear I must point out that you are walking the streets armed to the teeth. Did you expect to do battle with a monstrous creature this night?"

"Not expect exactly," said Edmund.

"Then are you an assassin?" asked Linette. "Are you an overzealous soldier?"

"Madam," said Edmund. "I am a Shadowhunter. "

"I am not familiar with the word. Can you do magic?" Linette asked, and placed her hand on Magnuss sleeve. "This gentleman can do magic. "

She bestowed an approving smile on Magnus. Magnus was extremely gratified.

"Honored to be of assistance, Miss Owens," he murmured.

Edmund looked as if he had been struck about the face with a fish.

"Of course-of course I cant do magic!" he managed to splutter out, sounding in true Shadowhunter fashion appalled by the very idea.

"Oh, well," said Linette, clearly rather disappointed. "That is not your fault. We all make do with what we have. I am indebted to you, sir, for saving me and my friend from an unspeakable fate. "

Edmund preened, and in his pleasure spoke incautiously. "Think nothing of it. It would be my honor to escort you to your home, Miss Owens. The streets about Mall Pall can be very treacherous for women at night. "

There was a silence.

"Do you mean Pall Mall?" Linette asked, and smiled slightly. "I am not the one overset by strong liquor. Should you like me to escort you home instead, Mr. Herondale?"

Edmund Herondale was left at a loss for words. Magnus suspected it was a novel experience, and one that would probably be good for him.

Miss Owens turned slightly from Edmund back to Magnus.

"My abigail, Angharad, and I were traveling from my estate in Wales," she explained. "We are to spend the London season with a distant relative of mine. We have had a long and tiring journey, and I wished to believe that we might reach London before nightfall. It was very stupid and reckless of me, and it has caused Angharad great distress. Your aid was invaluable. "

Magnus could discern a great deal more from what Linette Owens had told him than what the lady had actually said. She had referred not to her papas estate but to her own, in a casual manner, as one accustomed to ownership. That combined with the costly material of her dress and a certain something about her bearing confirmed it for Magnus-the lady was an heiress, and not simply the heiress of a fortune but of an estate. The way she spoke of Wales made Magnus think the lady would not wish to have her lands cared for by some steward at a remove. Society would think it a scandal and a shame for an estate to be in the hands of a woman, especially one so young and so pretty. Society would expect her to contract a marriage so that her husband could administer the estate, take possession of both the land and the lady.