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Clary POV

I make my way home after a night at Pandemonium. Izzy and Simon said they will stay for another hour, while Maia left with Jordan an hour ago. As I make my way down a pedestrian-only street, I hear a few shouts and steps behind me, and turn around to find a beautiful blonde, no, not blonde, gold boy in a leather jacket with jeans and boots being chased by 3 men. As the golden boy nears me, my body freezes. I can't seem to move my body around, even though some part of my mind is screaming: "Something's wrong! Run back home dammit!"

As my thoughts drift away to figuring out what's happening, the golden boy picks me up, slings me over his shoulder, and runs. I panic. As I try to wriggle out of his grasp, my head hits something metallic. Or maybe it was something metallic hitting my head. As I give up wriggling around, my mind blackens.

.~o0o~.

I wake up to the sound of a door being closed, and the same golden boy from yesterday comes into the room. Yesterday. My mind runs over the events of last night, and I remember everything. I jump out of the bed I seemed to be laid on, and shout "YOU KIDNAPPER!"

He talks calmly, even though he seems to realize I'm prepared to knee him in the balls if necessary. "Relax. Didn't you see those guys chasing after me? They would have killed you, anyway. Possibly even dragged you into an alley and ra-" I do not let him finish, as I know what he means. But instead, I charge up to him and try to slap him, but a searing pain goes through my wrist as he grabs it and throws me down to the floor. I can only manage a squeak as my head hits the peach wall.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry! I'm so damn sorry!" cries Jace, as he tries to approach me.

I flinch when he gets close to me, and yell "Get the fuck away from me!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean it! I have sharp reflexes!"

"So fucking sharp that they don't need to give a shit about who they're hurting?"

He sighs, as if in defeat, and mutters "Nice job, Jace. Bringing a girl into this, and getting her hurt two times." I over-hear him, and can't help to keep my curiosity at bay. "Twice?"

"Yes. When I picked you up, one of the gang-members hit you with a lead pipe."

"Well, that really wasn't your fault."

He turns away, but I catch a small grin on his face. "All softened up now, are we?"

"If you would tell me about what's going on, yes."