Alec was sitting a little apart, staring at the screen of his phone with an expression of intense concentration.
Jace threw himself down next to his parabatai, “I’ve heard if you stare at those things enough, they’ll ring.”
“He’s been texting Magnus,” said Isabelle glancing over with a disapproving look.
“I haven’t,” Alec said automatically.
“Yes you have,” said Jace craning to look over Alec’s shoulder, “and calling. I can see your outgoing calls.”
“It’s his birthday,” Alec flipped the phone shut.