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Part I

Chapter 1—The Accords

Jocelyn's POV

The Accords were here. And just as our plans were solidifying, so were Valentine's. He didn't suspect that I was going against him with his former best friend and parabatai. No, he thought I was too depressed from the birth of our demon-child to do anything other than wonder around Alicante in a daze. But he was wrong. I was much sharper than he thought. And that would be his undoing.

I snuck out of the house again to go meet with Lucian. It was the fourth time this week. Maybe I should tone it down just a little so that Valentine wouldn't get suspicious. I wasn't sure, but I did know that deadlines were approaching. Literally, DEADlines. No one, aside from Valentine, was going to die if I could help it.

Suddenly, a large wolf appeared in front of me. The first time this had happened, I screamed, but I knew better now. Lucian changed and then sauntered towards me.

"Hello Jocelyn." He greeted. Our tones were never the same as they used to be, back before Valentine had come between us. Now they were intense and worried, stressed from our frantic scheming to save the Accords.

"Hi Lucian, how are the plans coming along tonight?" I replied. Common courtesy was not on the menu when the world was in danger.

"Not so good. The lycanthropes think that letting Valentine win would be just fine with them because it would give us all a reason to attack the Shadow Hunters, and the Children of the Night. I'm trying to convince them of the urgency in which we must proceed to bring him down."

"I know. You're doing a great job, Lucian. At least there's still time." As I said this, I knew there wasn't much. No matter what I do, I know there is a possibility that we won't win, and it kills me. What would happen to me? To my daughter in my belly? It is better to never have to find out.

"You know there isn't much, Jocelyn. As do I. Don't try to be encouraging when we know what must be done but can't do it. I will get it done, but I'm not sure if I have enough of this time left."

"I'm going to be encouraging, Lucian. If I'm not, then who will be? Encouragement is one of ours biggest assets. Otherwise, we would fall down into doubt and discouragement—Two of our greatest enemies. I'm not going to let that happen, and neither will you." I felt optimistic from this speech. Giving speeches always brought me up, but never nearly as much as my art. I had to make do with speeches to Lucian for the past several months though, because if I painted, then I knew I could give myself away to Valentine. I was letting him think I was depressed, and I always painted my feelings into my art. He knew that. He knew far too much about me.

"Do you know anything else about the plans?"

"Yes. He plans on letting them get as far as the signing before attacking. That way it will seem like more of a setup and then they will also have to blame the Clave for breaking the treaty. He says it will help rid the Clave of the corrupt old politicians who run it."

"Then we will have much time to get into the city. That works perfectly with out plans. Are you sure of this, Jocelyn? Sure he isn't lying to you so that no one can spoil his plans?"

"As sure as anyone can be when they have to sneak around to get information. Why do you ask?"

"Jocelyn, I was his parabatai. I know how he works. It would be just like him to lie to his wife to continue his plans because he feels paranoid. He knows when something isn't right. It's why he married you—he knew you'd be one of his biggest oppositions and he thought marriage was the way to cure it."

I felt like I had just been punched. Yes, I hated the man, but to realize I was just another pawn in his game made me hate him all the more. And myself, for not seeing through it. How could I not know? "Are you sure of this?"

"Yes, I was sworn to secrecy by the angel until you had gone against him. You finally have so I was free to tell you the truth. I wanted to badly to protect you from him, but could not. I'm sorry Jocelyn." Every note in his voice rang true.

"I've got to go. He is having another meeting tonight. I would be a fool to miss it." And I hurried off. That was too much. How could I hide my hatred from him now? At least before I had thought he was a loving husband who was on the wrong path. Now I knew otherwise, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was evil personified. How could I live another day with him? Let alone another week?


The week came and went excruciatingly slow. Our plans were finalized, changed, and again, finalized several times, in accordance with his plans.

A few times I could have sworn I was caught, only to see Valentine smile at me and say that he loves me or some other endearing phrase. I tried to hide my grimaces. I tried not to throw up. I did succeed on the not throwing up, however, I'm not sure of the grimaces.

It is only an hour from the accords. I'm getting ready and Valentine is at my side.

"You look beautiful today." He smiles at me. I try to smile back. "Let me get you some breakfast, I can't have you passing out on my big day, now can I?"

"You're a dear." I say, and I think of him being a deer and me being a hunter. Oh how much fun I would have.

Fifteen minutes later he comes up with some eggs. I eat them and instantly feel like I can fly. Ok, so his cooking was exquisite. How could I lie?

We start off towards the Hall of Accords, and I am jittery with stress. We must succeed in bringing him down. I cannot bear to bring another child out into the world to have him as their father. It would a crime.

We walk in and are surrounded by his group, or The Circle as they're known. I see Robert Lightwood, but not Maryse. She must be at home caring for their son, Alec. He's the same age as Jonathan, my demon-child.

Within a few minutes, the Accords start. Valentine leans in a whispers to me, "Change of plan. Head outside and wait for me. I don't want you fighting while you're pregnant. In a matter of minutes we will succeed."

I feel light headed. No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening. I should have anticipated it. I should have known! How could he know I was expecting again? How could he change plans at the last minute like this? This wasn't like him at all. And then it hit me. He knew. Not only did he know I was pregnant, but he also knew I was plotting against him. But how?

The thoughts rushed through my head as I made my way out of the building. I see Lucian in the distance, and wave my arms frantically. And then I hear screams and know I have failed. I am too late to save anyone. If only I had done things differently.

I feel faint until I realize that this is my fight. I am not going to sit here and let him win. I am Jocelyn Fairchild, from one of the oldest Shadow hunting families. I've been around for longer than him. It's in my blood more than his. He can't beat me, pregnant or not. I signal to Lucian that I'm going in and I see comprehension dawn on his face, even from the distance. I see his speed increase and know there is a chance still.

I grab a Seraph blade from my thigh sheath and gasp and it stops cutting off my circulation. So maybe I was starting to show signs of pregnancy, but I was still not going down without a fight.

I dashed back in to utter chaos. I quickly started making my way towards Valentine, helping the Clave and the diplomats where I could, and being care not to slip on blood or trip on bodies. When I finally made it to Valentine, he looked confused. So he hadn't known any more than my pregnancy. This new revelation lifts my spirits considerably. I was better than I had given myself credit for.

"What are you doing here?" He shouts, "I told you to wait outside! You could lose the child!"

"I'm not about to let you ruin the Clave!" I cry as I dash towards him, blade ready for a fight. He easily fends me off at first, and many of the battles stop to see us fighting. And then I see Stephen Herondale, Valentine's second in command, rush to his aide.

"Two against one, Jocelyn! Give up and I will let you live." He offers. I realize I don't have many options, but then a thought dawns on me.

"Two against two, husband. Have you forgotten that you're going to be a father again soon?" I know that I will not let myself lose or die while carrying this child. Not in a million years. Stephen steps up to the challenge, and I know Valentine will not kill me knowing I carry his child. This greatly increases my chances of winning.

Stephen and I parry each other's advances, and dodge Seraph blades. It's like an intricate dance until he makes a fatal move and steps towards me in an attempt to dispatch me.

"Don't kill her!" Valentine orders. It distracts Stephen just enough for me to ward off his blow and send one of my own, which he is too slow to deflect. I watch as I take a human life. I knew I should have waited for Valentine, but years of training told me to do otherwise.

"So this is how it's going to be? You're really fighting to the death aren't you?" Valentine looks pained. How could he look pained when he only married me to rid himself of my opposition? Unless he really did love me… but he wasn't capable of love. Right? Lucian couldn't have told me just to make me want to win more. That wasn't like him at all. But he knew me well enough to know I would want revenge all the more if I was only a piece in a game. It was so like him, I wondered how I didn't find out sooner.

I stepped towards Valentine. "Will you fight, or will I simply assassinate you, and this will all be over?" I noticed the lycanthropes finally filing in and picking up the fights. We really had a chance at this.

"Neither." He said and I felt something hit my head from behind. I collapsed as darkness closed in.