"One ab, two ab, three ab, four, I am hot a you're a WHORE!", I teasingly insulted Isabelle as she stalked into his room.

"Fuck off, douche bag, I shouldn't have told you. Just because I'm no longer a Virgin doesn't make me a skank", she snapped.

"It does when you slept with a VAMPIRE, Izz. Simon? I mean really. Why would you want a downworlder inside you? But I guess if you bled, he would've-"

"Jace cut it out. I knew I shouldn't have came here-"

"What does it matter? You obviously came last night anyways"

"SHUT UP. Look, I came to get my whip-"

"Ahh, a sex toy already? What do you think this is, "50 Shades of Grey"?"

"I've had it with your unkindly witt. And for your information, I'm going hunting. At least I'm doing something productive unlike you, who's counting his abs at 8 in the morning".

"I got a 4-pack! And good luck fending off Demons with that piece of trash."

"Whatever. I'm leaving", Isabelle said as she promptly turned on her 8 inch heel and exited Jace's bedroom in his Penthouse Apartment.

I rolled my eyes. I swear, Isabelle can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

I pulled down the plain cotton T-Shirt that I had lifted over my arms to showcase my rippling abs in order to annoy Isabelle when I heard her familiar boot steps down the hallway. I still can't believe she slept with a Vampire, and Simon nonetheless. I wonder how Clary's reacted when Simon had relayed his night-time fantasy to her.

Clary.

She was like a rock that had already skipped across the water, but the rings that radiated from the final plunge still pulsed indefinitely. I haven't talked to her in three months ever since our father, Valentine abandoned his efforts of gaining leadership of Nephilim to pursue his newly found dream of establishing an Academy in Idris. An educational facility for developing the skills of Werewolves, Vampires, Fair Folk, Warlocks, and Shadowhunters. Valentine wishes to create a clan of angel descendants with the highest caliber of power and intelligence to compete alongside him in the first ever "Mortal Olympics", a competition amongst the five races of Nephilim - the children of the night (Vampires), the children of the moon (Werewolves), the children of the Lilith (Warlocks), Fair Folk (Faeries), and Shadowhunters. The winning race gets possession of the Mortal Cup, so their population can expand and be diversified skill-wise.

The Catch? Only two can be admitted to the Olympics from each race. Each participant must be evaluated by the head of the race and the two individuals with the highest scores will be able to enter the academy.

When the announcement made headlines in the Rune Press, an electric current seemed to flow through Nephilim sparking even the laziest of Downworlders to practice their attributes. Clarissa Fray, however, refuses to engage in any event that has sprouted from the mind of our father. Her hatred for Valentine has only compounded since the day he took her mother into custody and has entranced her into a coma that she hasn't awoke from in several months. Her solution was to purge herself of any relation to the Shadowhunter world and has not contacted or been able to be contacted by anyone.

I didn't realize that I was crying until I was already out the apartment door.

I had to find her.