The thing that outraged him most was how familiar it felt. He remembered being trapped like this before. More than once. “Shadowhunters, vampires, and now faeries, all longing to throw me in prison,” Simon said aloud. “Why exactly was I so anxious to get back all these memories? Why is it always me? Why am I always the chump in the cage?” His own voice made his aching head hurt. “You are in my cage now,” said a voice.
