"There's plenty of people would want to hurt Magnus," Alec said, tone tight and emotionless. He didn't want to think of Magnus not being in this city anymore. He didn't want to think of him back in Manhattan, back in his loft while Alec was left behind.

He didn't want to be left behind. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

"I don't know if any of them are here," Alec continued with a shake of his head. This place wasn't full of Magnus' exes or enemies. He was over four centuries old but he'd only been in this city, this world for a few months. "As far as I know, everyone loves him. He's never told me about people hating him."

Alec swallowed thickly. "I've never asked though." Maybe he should have asked.