"I think he's more afraid of that than anything else," Luke says. "Not being enough." He's had time to think about it since getting back, all the things he'd seen, all the things Maryse had said to Alec, the awful, heartless insults that she'd hurled at her son. Alec had said he'd seen Isabelle, too, and given that Luke knows her to be the one person in the Lightwood family who had always accepted everything bout Alec without question, he can't imagine her appearance in that version of Darrow had been very nice.

But this is Alec's information, these are his things to discuss with Magnus or Luke or whoever he wants to. All they can do is let him know he can. That they'll be there.

A smile lifts one corner of Luke's mouth at the question and he nods. "Yes," he says. "I killed him. As a werewolf, too, which I'm sure would have infuriated him had he been at all real." The last time he'd faced Valentine had been with a sword, but this time Luke had decided to do things his way.