Clary, even in her sleep, was in pain. She was dreaming vividly of Jace, the both of them standing at the edge of a cliff, Jace at its tip. He was standing with his back to her, a pair of cotton-white angel's wings on his back where the shoulder blades should've been. They were ruffling in a manner of trying to shake off the excess feathers, like a bird about to take flight. She was desperately calling his name, her voice hoarse from all the shouting. The sight of him was blinding and she was deaf to everything, unaware of the ruckus happening behind her. She stretched her right hand in front of her and attempted to walk towards him, but an invisible wall was separating the two of them. With a groan she pushed and kicked the wall with all her might but it didn't budge. She called out his name again and this time he turned; his eyes were ablaze and face twisted with pain. He mouthed the words 'I love you' before turning his head back again. In a sudden burst of white light he spread his wings and took off, higher and higher, into the open sky just as the wall dissipated beneath Clary's touch. She broke into a run and stopped at the tip of the cliff, her eyes swimming with tears as she screamed his name, over and over until he was just a fleck in the sky. She fell to her knees. She felt the ground crumble under her as it gave away and suddenly she was free-falling, arms flailing, screaming but no voice came out-

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.