My father always taught me that to love is to destroy. That love brings nothing but trouble and despair…and for once, he was right. I kept myself closed up, not open to anyone, not Isabelle, not Maryse, not even my parabatai. No one could understand. My father was strict, ruthless, maniacal, controlling, manipulative, but even though he's dead, his words still haunt me. And so I'm sorry Clary. I'm sorry that I can't love you the way you love me. I'm sorry I can't show you how much I do but…why would anyone want to love a monster like me who can't even keep you safe.

I fell in love with Clarissa Fairchild, that spunky red-headed girl with an attitude and a nerd for a best friend. I fell in love with her laugh, her naiveté, her curiosity. But I'm sorry, opening up to now…just isn't an option, and I just don't want to hurt you, because in the end y father, I mean Valentine Morgenstern…he was right.

I'm sorry Clary, but to me…there is no such thing as love.