Chapter 1
Clary awoke from another fitful dream. Sweat dripped from the bridge of her freckled nose. She gasped for air, clutching at her empty bedside—where she swore just moments ago, she was sharing with gorgeous, black haired woman. There was nothing there. Clary was alone.
A glance at the clock told her it was 3:01 in the morning. She had dreamt of the scarred woman she saw many nights ago, at the Pandemonium Club with Simon. Of course, Simon hadn't seen her at all, even though she had passed right under his nose. It was odd. Simon could never miss a girl that hot. She was the most stunning girl Clary had ever seen. She wore a tight black dress that exposed feathery scars on her shoulders and back, her long midnight hair splayed out around her as she walked—and oh, her walk! She prowled like a cat on a hunt, her brown-gold eyes alight with unyielding confidence. She had eyes that would turn both Clary and Simon into jelly with a single glance.
She commanded a silvery-gold bracelet coiled around her wrist to unravel with a single flick of the wrist. It came to life, arching high over her head in a shimmering display and landing on the floor with a loud crack. No one seemed to notice this—no one but Clary.
Clary groaned in exhaustion and disappointment. The area between her legs throbbed painfully. It was such a good dream. She dreamed of that invisible girl, how her hips swung when she walked, how strong her arms looked—and how those arms would feel if they were wrapped around her, or pushing her against the bed. Her hands—so skilled with a whip, Clary imagined, would be very skilled at many other things.
Clary let her hand wander underneath her pajamas to sooth the aching throb. When her hands met her swollen flesh, she had to bury her face in the pillows to muffle her moan. It was almost embarrassing to admit how much Clary wanted her. She had only seen her once, and now this mysterious girl had been the star of all her fantasies. Clary shuddered, she was getting close now. And when her orgasm finally hit, she was not as satisfied as she wanted to be. In fact, it just made her hungrier for the real thing.
She had to forget about this girl if she wanted to keep her sanity. That's what Clary told herself that morning in Spatial Transpositions class. Clary was an Art Major at the Haywood Art Academy.
Clary was tapping her pencil on her desk. Several of her peers gave her annoyed looks, but she paid no attention. Her mind was far away, still thinking about last night's dream. Professor Tydin's voice droned on and on. Spatial Transpositions was already boring—there was no helping that. But the addition of his monotone voice made the class sleep-worthy at most.
"Ah—welcome, Jace and Isabelle Lightwood is it?" Professor Tydin's voice stuttered, "Welcome to our class, please, have a seat."
Clary looked up lazily, curious to see who could make the most apathetic teacher on earth sound so flustered.
Clary's pencil slipped from her hand and clattered onto the floor. She couldn't help but gape at the new students. It was her. The girl with midnight black hair and sharp, beautiful features. She was no longer wearing a revealing dress, but had donned a black leather jacket, ripped black jeans and a tube top that revealed a strip of well-defined abdomen. Beside her was a boy with golden blonde hair, swept back and tucked behind his ears. He wore something similar, black on black. And he was every bit as gorgeous as she was.
The room rumbled with an excited hum. Clary looked around and saw that everyone wore expressions of awe and shock. Two beautiful beings that resembled archangels more than real people, would have that effect on a class. She almost felt bad for Professor Tydin, whose gaze was locked on Isabelle, his jaw hanging open. Although all of the boys in the room had a similar expression. But at least, that meant everyone else could see them too. She was real.
They strode over to two empty seats, walking with a grace Clary had never seen before. Heads followed them as they moved, but they did not seem to mind. Jace even winked at a few of the gaping girls. The girls turned pink and swooned in their chairs. The click of their black boots was the only sound in silent classroom.
Isabelle glanced around the room from her chair. Students, mostly boys since the attention of the girl population was captured by Jace, stared at her with open mouths and puppydog eyes. She caught Jace grinning at the girls, making them giggle and swoon uncontrollably. Honestly, could he be a little more inconspicuous? We were here on a mission, not to play.
Isabelle rolled her eyes and looked in the other direction—and caught the gaze of stunning green eyes. She was taken aback by this girl's stare. It was so intense it made her shiver. And that wasn't the only thing that unsettled her. She was beautiful—almost too beautiful to be a mundane. Her red hair poured around her shoulders like a blanket of flame and brown freckles decorated her cheeks and the top of her tiny nose. Upon getting caught, the girl turned away, her face almost as red as her hair. Isabelle couldn't help but smile to herself.
Clary's heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest. They had only met eyes for a second, but it was enough for Clary bones to turn into spaghetti. Her eyes, they were so piercing, so ruthless, so intimidating… And Clary loved it. She knew Spatial Transpositions would never be boring again.