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Jace didn't know what to think. Was his mind conjuring up an image of Clary, so real, just to torture him?

"Jace," Clary breathed, dropping her hand lamely to her side.

Just his name on her lips made adrenaline surge through his veins, but he remained in his crouch. Maybe someone was impersonating her? He needed to find out before he broke down and took her in his arms.

"Tell me something only you would know," he said, struggling to keep his face blank.

For a moment, the Clary at the door looked confused, and hurt, and Jace only kept himself away from her with the thought that she was supposed to be dead.

"You took me on a date, years ago, in Venice." Clary's hand involuntarily went to her hair, curling it around one fingers as she looked down at him.

Jace felt like someone had driven a spike through his heart. "Sebastian knows that."

"We stole a boat."

"Anything i did that day, Sebastian would have known about." Jace carefully stood up and took a step toward the Clary-impersonater. He hardly found the breath to say his next words. "Now tell me something only you would know, or you can find out what happens when you get between me, and my seraph blade." He held the blade higher, in front of his face so she couldn't see his expression.

Clary backed up against his door, pressing herself against it in a gesture so helpless that Jace nearly dropped the angel blade and ran to her. Nearly.

After what seemed an hour of silence between them, Clary bit her lip and spoke, "The night you came back to- to yourself. I... I came to your bedroom and we... We were going to..."

She seemed to be having trouble saying it. But Jace knew exactly what she meant. And he remembered telling her to be quiet, that Sebastian couldn't know what was going to happen between them that night.

"Clary..." Jace couldn't take it anymore. Giving into his feelings - like he always did when he was with Clary - Jace dropped his angel blade and in just a few steps, took Clary into his arms, pressing the whole length of her body against him, trying to say how desperate to see her alive he had been. She sighed, almost inaudibly but Jace caught it, and laid her head against his chest. She even smelled the same - like soap. "How..?"

"You know how we're part angel?" She asked, her voice muffled. Jace nodded, laying his cheek on the top of her head. "Well, they can only die when they are stabbed - where their hearts are. It affected us more than my rune powers and your battle skills. We have that too. And Sebastian stabbed me just to the right of my heart, so i took more time to heal. Jace," she took a deep breath, "I- I saw them. The angels. I saw them. They explained it to me. Jace, i was so scared. I was in - in this place. You might not believe me, but it wasn't a colour. And it wasn't hot or cold. There were just these... Voices."

Jace moved his head as Clary looked up at him. She may not think he did, but he believed her. She had just described exactly where Jace had gone when Valentine stabbed him, that day at Lake Lyn.

Clary choked on a sob as she continued. "Then i heard you. Your voice. Except it was an angel - Ithuriel, maybe - and they explained everything. That we're one of them."

Jace brought his hand up to her face, cupping it, and wiped the tears that were making tracks down her face.

"Don't cry, Clary. I hate it when you cry." He said softly, resting his forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes, and without any concious thought, Jace moved his head and was kissing her. It wasn't passionate, like any other time woud have been. It was slow, and sorrowful. When they broke apart, Clary looked up at him, her emerald green eyes searching out his amber ones. "I love you, Jace Lightwood."

Funny how those few words could cause him so much happiness.

"I love you too, Clary Fairchild."