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Chapter Two- The Sacrifice


Staring in unnoticeable awe, "Not Jonathan?" I ask in my most somber tone. "Jace is a nickname, which I prefer to be called." He glances over at the waiter and calls him over. "Champagne, please." The waiter responds with a nod and does not take a second look over to me before he departs to the kitchen to retrieve the champagne. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss. Fairchild. You are as stunning as I imagined." I smile mysteriously, "Thank you." I cross my legs, one over the other, letting one of my slim and pale legs peek out from the slit of my dress. I twirl my ankle slightly, bringing attention to my red stiletto heels. Jace notices, glancing up and down my legs and settling his gaze on my shoes. He smirks again, his gaze jerk back to mine. He grabs one of the champagne flutes off the tables and takes a sip, his golden eyes never leaving my gaze. "You look young." "I am sixteen," I say stiffly. "Are you now going to say that you are innocent and untouched?" He questions with a smile. I am not bothered by his invasive question because it is to be expected due to my background. "I am. My mother knows you prefer 'fresh' girls rather than 'used' up ones" "Your mother?" he asks. "My mother is Jocelyn Fairchild." "Interesting. Your profession does not seem like one, which a mother would encourage her daughter to do. Even though your mother is the head whore of them all." "It is a respectable job-not a prostitution business. We provide companionship for Shadowhunters who are rich enough to afford it. It is hardly something to leer at." "Companionship," Jace murmurs with slight sarcasm in his voice. "A nice way to put fucking men for jewelry or marriage." I was surprised, but I just blinked showing no emotion. "For a man that seems to have such a small opinion of us, you have chosen to use our services," I say with a slight attitude. "My father chose your services. He likes your mother," Jace replies, as he leans towards the table to rest his elbows on the table. "He asked her to pick the best and smartest for me, so I may marry her. He believes that it is time for me to marry." "How old are you?" "I am eighteen, turning nineteen in a couple of months." "That is not so bad, why is he in such a rush for you to marry?" Jace turns his head, I see his noticeable jawline as he stares out at the sparkly city lights. His eyes showing a gold shimmer because of the lights. "Sometimes Shadowhunters do not have a very long life, because of our job. My father wishes for me to marry and produce and heir before I am killed in a battle." "I have heard you are quite a fighter," I say. His eyes meet mine once again, with a smile across his lips. "It takes to be a great fighter to win such a battle, unless you wish to lose, Miss. Fairchild." I purse my lips and nod my head a little in slight agreement. "My father has decided what I need to do, and that I need to do it now. That is why we are here, although I do not precisely admire the idea of marrying a whore." I feel my blood rushing up to my face in rage, even though I barely restrain myself. "I am no whore, as you believe I am, Mr. Herondale. As I said before, I have never been touched." He glares at me with a smirk and a playful look on his face. "Not even kissed?" his eyes dropping to my slightly parted red painted lips. "No, I have never been kissed either." "Although you have never been touched, that does not make you less of a whore." "What makes you think that?" I ask with one brow raised. "Look at you-you and your stripper heels and plunging neckline of your dress. Everything about you is whore-like. You may be a sexy whore-but a sexy whore nonetheless." Jace leans back in the chair, tossing and resting his arm in the back of the chair, a smirk on his lips. "It is not as if you can help it though. Your mother is a whore, being raised in a whorehouse-how will you not turn out like that. It is only natural." I give a tight-lipped smile. "How interesting that you feel that way. Although I heard that you have experience in using our services." "I use the girls when I need to get laid, Miss. Fairchild. With a job like mine, I never have time to date any girls. So I use those services for instant gratification, with no strings attached." "Whatever you need to tell yourself, Mr. Herondale," I say sweetly. His eyes tighten towards my gaze, but his smile widens. "It does not mean, however, that I wish to marry one of those whores. Surely you understand, do you not, Miss. Fairchild?" "You will have to excuse me if my understanding in this area is weak. To me, you are simply being hypocritical-a man that pays women for sex, but yet looks down on them. Is that not slightly contradictory?" Jace chuckles, a low and breathy laugh which makes my heart flutter slightly. He simply shakes his head. "You are an interesting girl, Miss. Fairchild. You do not even appear to be battling for my approval. Surely for you, marrying me-the best Shadowhunter of our age-would be quite a step up in your world." "You assume too much, Mr. Herondale," I reply with a trite smile. His eyes dance with irritation and euphoria, and I feel slightly proud because I know I have fascinated him. My mother has picked me for more reasons than my beauty or my loyalty. She has picked me because I have the fire to draw in Jace Herondale. He does not respond to pliant girls. "Did Jocelyn send you because you are her daughter?" Jace questions. "She sent me because she know you have a fondness for redheads and untouched girls, as I have said earlier. There is no favoritism in this line of work, Mr. Herondale. She chose me because I was a better fit."


An hour later, Jace is walking me outside to my car. We wait for my car to reappear on the corner, in front of the towering Traveler, and he glances down at me, his eyes filled with curiosity and darkness. I feel his warm calloused hand brush a few strands of my red hair behind my ear, and leans down to whisper softly in my ear, "Why don't you stay the night, Miss. Fairchild, and we will see how good of a fit you really are." I yank at my gloves calmly, ignoring the chills his hot breath raises on my neck. "I am no whore, Mr. Herondale, although you believe I am-I am most certainly not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin slightly. My eyes fastened to his neck, as I add in a soft voice, "And I will not be going into your bed until we have both said 'I do' with a priest present." "Until? Are you so confident that I wil agree to you being my wife?" Jace asks, pulling away from me slightly so I may see his smirk. "I think your curiosity to see if you can manage me will be too prominent to ignore," I reply with a snickering smile on my face. I see out of my peripheral that my car has arrived and pulled up in front of us. Jace leans down to open the door for me, but he keeps his arm, blocking me from entering the car. His face suddenly right in front of mine, his breath warm exquisite against my lips as he says, "I am sure I can handle you." I simply look at him, with a teasing smile on my face. I simply duck under his arm and say, "We shall see soon enough." He bend down, his hand resting casually on the roof of the car as he grins and says, "We shall." And then he shuts the door, and my car is now driving away from the hotel. I let out the shuddering breath which I have been holding all evening. As I wait to give up my life for an unknown cause.


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