Clary's dress was green. It wrapped gentley around her revealing just a tiny hint of alabaster skin on her belly with a flying rune on it and then tapering off at her calves. Isabelle had pulled her hair up into a complicated twist. Her fiery curls cascaded down her back. We were in one of the ballrooms in Idris. She was dancing. I didn't recognize the person dancing with her. She laughed and smiled at him and I was instantly jealous. I wanted Clary but she would never want me again. She didn't know the truth. Valentine lied that night. We weren't related. I wouldn't tell her the truth because she couldn't care about me. Caring about a Shadow hunter is dangerous. The only way I would ever tell her is If I knew she needed to know. I walked down the spiral staircase to the dance floor. "Jace just who I was looking for." The voice of an angel spoke. My angel at least. "Come with me." She spoke. She lead me through the dance floor to a private corridor. She pulled open a random door and pulled me inside. "Why didn't you tell me we aren't related?" She asked.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you."
"Jace I love you. I know its difficult to love a shadow hunter but in case you forgot I'm a shadow hunter too you could lose me."
I kissed her. My lips dissolved into hers and a I realized that was all that I had ever wanted out of that whole mess. The only thing I had ever wanted was Clary. She pulled away and looked over her shoulder at the bed in the room. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to it. She fell onto the bed kissing me.