"Jace Lightwood. My golden boy. The way you describe me I cannot compete with, but I can sure as hell try. So here you go: You are a piece of work. A puzzle. But, thankfully I don't mind solving this one puzzle that is Jace Lightwood. We've been through a lot. But through it all you were the one think that kept me from giving up. I will go to hell and back for you. And, by the angel I think I have. The first time I saw you, you made me think of a lion."

There was faint laughter from the crowd.

"And I just can't get that one thought out of my mind. It always stuck. And I still stand by that thought as I look at all your golden grace today. I wouldn't care If we were living on the street like Jim the hobo who lives behind the institute, as long as I had you. And I would want nothing more than to become your wife. If you'll have me." They then exchanged runes and the priest said a bunch of crap clary didn't even listen to.

"I do." Jace said.

"I do." Clary repeated. but before the priest said "You may kiss the bride" loud clapping rang out. Out of the shadows, silver hair glinted and black eyes bore into Clary's green ones. Sebastian began walking down the isle toward them.

"What are you doing here?" Clary said with venom in her voice.

"Oh, don't be so snippy sis. I'm simply here to see my little sisters wedding."

Clary looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

Sebastian sighed dramatically. "Well, if you must know…" he walked up to Clary with cat like grace. "I'm here to carry out my earlier plans." And with that he whipped Clary around and grabbed her. He had also poised a knife at her throat. "You sun of a-" Jace started. but he didn't have a chance to finish because Clary grabbed Sebastian's arms and threw them of her in one quick motion.

And then the chaos started.