Jace looked up just before Clary burst into the room, closely followed by Isabelle.
'Jace, save me!' she flew into his arms, looking up at him fearfully. Isabelle huffed and shifted her grip on the deadly-looking hairbrush,
'Come on, Clary, it's just a brush; it's not going to kill you. Besides, how will you ever get have hair like mine if you never brush it?' she smirked at Clary, who burrowed her head further into Jace's chest.
'You won't let her have me, will you?' she asked in a small voice. Jace smirked at her and untangled her arms from his shoulders, forcing her away from his body. Her eyes widened in shock as she realised what he was doing,
'You traitor! How dare you!' she howled at him as Isabelle dragged her away. Jace smirked and winked at Isabelle over Clary's wildly flailing mop of flames.