"Can't say I've ever been called that," Alec said, leaning easily against one of the counters behind Reid. He crossed his arms and glanced around, remembering the first few times he'd been in here. In the immediate aftermath of his arrival to Darrow, Luke had taken him here and he'd stumbled his way back here after that other version of Darrow, finding Magnus and familiarity that he'd desperately needed.

"That's usually reserved for Jace," he said mildly, shaking his head. It was one of the many nicknames that he'd heard tossed at Jace. Jace was the golden boy, the pretty one, the chosen one, the best, the brightest, whatever. Jace was the star and everyone else just revolved around him.