Jace POV
It took less than a few hours for my world to be shattered, my life along with it. Earlier that day two men came to our country house, each wielding arms. I watched from the shadows as they thrust the long sword right into my father's heart. And he lay there bleeding helplessly and I stood fixed at my perch behind the study chamber helplessly. I did not shed a tear- father would not have liked it.
Then came the clave officials, utterly confused about doing what with a ten-year-old orphan boy who had not seen anything beyond his father. His world had come crashing along with his father.
Not finding any other option, they shoved me in the hands of my father's parabatai- his best friend- Robert Lightwood. The Lightwoods who ran the New York institute in America were my new family.
Father never mentioned about them. In fact, he did not speak much about other people. We lived secluded in our manor. I had everything I wished for. Now I have nothing.