I am coming.
These are the words that haunt Clary's dreams at night. As well as the sight of the angel wings- and her brother's pit black eyes.
A storm was coming. Clary could feel it in the air. Static electricity fizzling and crackling. A smothering heat and the dark clouds that filled the sky, blocking any sunlight. Clary was tensed ready to run. Everyone was these days, after those fatal words that the clave read out to the whole community of shadowhunters.
He was coming for her and Jace. She knew that but what else had he planned up his sleeve. Nowhere was safe. Clary found it funny how whenever she first discovered all this, the danger, the 'big' danger was Valentine. Oh how wrong the where.
A small bead of sweat trickled down Clary's forehead. It was time for the storm. The sky cracked open as a huge bolt of lightning struck the hills. And the clouds burst open. Clary stood and stretched her arms out wide as the rain encased her. The thunder rumbled a challenge- when Sebastian came- Clary would be ready for him.