Clary's POV:
"I am coming." What the hell did that mean? I began to quiver at the mere thought of what he would be able to do. Sebastian. My brother. My blood. We are warriors, fighters, shadowhunters. Just months ago I was a regular girl, from Brooklyn and now I am some demon fighting angel. I had the love of my life at my finger tips and I even managed to screw that up, every single chance I got. Jace. I once thought he was my brother. Of course, Valentine had made us think that. I cant believe I am related to that sick man. I wish Luke was my real father, well he sort of is. Ive known him my whole life, well some of my life. Now that the block Magnus had once put up was gone, I could remember everything. I was always drawing angelic runes, and then back to visit "the nice man with the pretty makeup".
There was a knock at my bedroom door, "Clary? I just wanted to see if-"
I cut Jace off, "If I was okay? I will have you know that I am not okay. I haven't been okay since the day I met you."
That was a low blow. It wasn't Jace's fault I was born into this, I didn't choose this life, this life chose me, literally.
The color drained from Jace's face, "I- I don't really know how to respond when you act like this…"
I got mad at him, the blood boiled up in my face and I got red. I couldn't hold back my yelling, "When I act like what? Like a teenager? Well, newsflash Jace, I am a teenager. I just went all over god-knows-where with you and my brother. You two were connected. Everything I did to you, he felt. When I kissed you, I kissed him too."
I gag at the thought, the thought of kissing my own brother.
Jace wasn't afraid to return the insensitive yelling, "How do you think it felt for me, Clary? I was the one who was bonded to him, and you almost gave yourself up to that…that…"
"What? The fake you?"
Jace fell silent and his eyes went to the floor.
I went over to where he was standing, my voice nearly at a whisper, "I'm sorry. I know you couldn't control it."
His had was still hanging and he wasn't moving, I picked up his head and locked my eyes with his, "I love you, Jace."
"I love you, Clary."
"I wouldn't ever give it up to anyone that wasn't you."
"Well, it was technically my body…and my body is well, smokin'."
I laughed, "How can we do this?"
"Do what?"
"Go from yelling to laughing in the matter of seconds?"
"Well, siblings…"
I smack his arm, harder than I meant to, "It is too soon to joke about that."
A smirk formed at the corners of his mouth, "Whatever you say, sis."
I smack his arm again, "I'm not kidding Jace. I don't want to ever think that you are my brother, ever again."
"Me either."
He leaned down and crashed his lips into mine. My Jace was back.
