She woke with a gasp. She sat up, catching her breath. For a moment she couldn't see anything inside Luke's guest room. Then, as her eyes adjusted and she recovered the rest of her senses, she realized there was a soft thumping on her window. She turned just in time to see a pebble collide with the glass, creating the sound. She frowned.
Who threw pebbles at a random person's window at 3 in the morning? Clary was flabbergasted. With a groan she stood up, walked over to the window and looked down. Then her mouth fell open.
It was Jace. Jace, with his all black Shadowhunter outfit, his hands full of rocks. The moment he saw Clary's face appear on the window pane he dropped them all and they landed on the ground with a loud thud.
Clary pushed the sliding pane up, letting a cold breeze waft into the room, blowing in her face. "Jace! What are you doing?" called out, her voice full of exasperation. She nearly forgot about their last phone conversation which had happened only a few hours ago. Ogling at the look on Jace's face, she suddenly remembered why he was there and that she was supposed to be mad, but after the dream she just had she can't quite manage it. "Clary! Listen to me. Please."
His pleading tone almost gave it away, but with a look of indignation she started to turn away from the window, which sent Jace panicking and ran straight to Luke's gate and rattled it with all his might, forgetting the fact that he had his stele with him and could've just easily used an opening rune to spare him the trouble. Clary, startled by the noise made a silent prayer of thanks that Luke wasn't around. Before Jace woke the entire neighborhood up she dashed out of the room, clambered downstairs and unlocked the front door, seizing the handle with one hand and stumbling out onto the front porch.
Jace froze, his hands still on the gate. His breathing was hard, as if he'd just run all the way down from the Institute. His face was pale and shining with perspiration. Clary was anxious, too. She wanted to feel the rage she'd been feeling earlier that night but seemed to have lost them. Surrendering to her instincts she walked down the steps, crossed the lawn and opened the gate. Jace breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you forgiving me?" he asked hopefully. Clary had to consider that. "Sort of...maybe. I don't know," she said, shaking her head. She looked down.
"Is this the part where we make up and kiss?" he asked rather uncertainly with a hint of humor in his voice, and realizing she wasn't moving took an involuntary step towards her. "Don't-" Clary warned, taking a step back. "Before we do, I've got something to show you." And with that she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him inside the house, upstairs and into her room, Jace being submissive the entire time and not even raising a single complaint.
