Clary's grip on her bag tightened until her knuckles turned white. Fear coiled around her like a serpent as she imagined the police stopping their car and discovering the revolver she stashed inside. She urged Ross to steer clear of the main roads, choosing instead to weave through the narrow side streets to avoid any potential checkpoints. When they finally arrived at the house, Clary bolted out of the car and sprinted to the entrance. However, she was abruptly halted by Ross's voice calling out to her. Clary turned to face him, bracing herself for another lecture.