The Inevitable Truth
His pale skin turned to gray, the cold seeping in. The powdered ash turned his gold hair gray, eyes huge in his face disks of cold in the bone white ash powdered face. Jace sighed and ran a lazy had through his hair, this was impossible, she had to be found by now........ She, his sister.
With an impervious movement, displaying arrogance and vulnerbility in every line of his lean cat like body and ripped black leather. Then he saw ............ It........... And heard the unearthly shriek, then the knowledge and his blood ran cold, the shriek was him and it was..........
"Clary?" "No....."
Not her, not this.....
For his sister lay unmoving on the truck nixies surrounded her still form, her eyes gazed wide and unseeing at the sunrise. Her usually flaming hair wet and bedraggled, he didn't care, she was perfect, she was Clary, she was his....... Sister. She was also dead?
No, not her, not dead