Alec picked up a small statuette and shook his head. “There’s a manufacturer’s sticker here. Someone bought this in a souvenir shop. If this thing is magical, then I’m the Angel Raziel.” “The Shadowhunters really wouldn’t approve of me dating the Angel Raziel,” said Magnus. “But they’d have to be nice to you,” Alec said, brandishing the statuette, “or I would smite them.”
