Just as Clary and Lacey were almost asleep, there was a faint knock on the door. Sara entered Clary's bedroom and she perched herself on the end of the bed facing Clary.

"I'm ever so sorry if I woke you two up but I forgot to mention earlier about tomorrow." Sara smiled and Clary wondered what was going on. From what she could remember it was nobody's birthday and there was no special occasion.

"Why? What's happening tomorrow?" Clary asked half asleep.
"I received a letter earlier today asking if some shadowhunters could stay here for a while. Of course I said yes and I replied immediately. But there's one thing you should know Clary. The sole purpose of them staying here is that they're hiding..from Valentine."
Just from that one name Clary tasted bile at the back of her throat. She had not heard her fathers name in years and whenever she did hear it, it was always because he was hurting people. Valentine had not seen Clary since she was 11 and even though he still had regular contact in secret with her mother, she was adamant on not having any kind of contact with him what so ever. From conception, Valentine had given her mother special powders in her food and drink and regular injections so that Clary would have a considerable amount of angel and demon blood in her. That is why Clary is so unique. She is 75% angel and 25% demon.
"Why are they hiding from my father?" Clary asked nervously.
"They were fighting some of his demons and he just appeared out of thin air. One of the shadowhunters nearly got killed by one of the greater demons but Valentine called them off in time. He insisted that they tell him where you were but they'd only heard rumours about you. Valentine didn't believe that they didn't know where you were and he gave them one chance to tell him the truth and then they managed to escape somehow. And now they're coming here." Sara looked at Clary and she could see that Clary was beginning to tense every muscle in her body. "Clary, calm down. Your father doesn't know you're here and he doesn't know that the shadowhunters are coming here either. You'll all be safe, don't worry."
"He's after me again and now shadowhunters who fought him are coming here. Once they see me they're probably going to kill me for just being his daughter and-"
"Clary! They're not going to kill you," Sara started to reassure her, "all three of them are actually quite excited to meet you and they've promised not to judge you by what your family name is." Clary knew that Sara's words were true but she still had a hard time admitting that to herself.
"It's a lot to take in, especially so late at night. Can I go back to sleep now?" Clary asked yawning.
"Yes of course dear. I'll see you at 6am in the training room." Sara smiled and left.

Waking up at 5:30am everyday was routine for Clary and Jess. But this morning it was only Clary who had to get up. After showering, getting dressed in short gym shorts and a black vest top and having breakfast, Clary met Sara in the training room. Clary was surprised to see Sara already training as usually, she waited for Clary to arrive before she started beating the living daylights out of one of the dummies. Something must be bothering her Clary thought.
"Alright Clary, I want you to grab a knife from the draw and aim it straight at me okay?" Sara said quickly gasping for air as if she was already tired. Clary walked over to one of the multiple knife drawers that she'd organised herself and took out one of the sharper knives. She moved so fast that things were a blur and she threw the knife not knowing where it had gone.
"Was that good? I don't exactly know where the knife went."
"Clary, that was perfect as always; right in the heart." When Clary looked she knew exactly what Sara meant; the knife was directly in centre of the dummies heart. Luckily, Sara had moved before Clary had thrown the knife. Relief washed over Clary and she went over to Sara with a couple more knives.
"Right, I'll leave you to it. I've already been down here for an hour and I'm starving. Don't forget about the shadowhunters coming, it turns out they'll be here in half an hour. So please come out of here at half past to introduce yourself-politely-if that's not too much trouble for you." Sara put her weapons away, smiled at Clary and left, the door closing behind her with a loud thud. Right, half an hour to let out all the anger towards my father. I can do this. Clary thought to herself.

Half an hour passed like time was waiting for no one. Four of the ten dummies were now destroyed and two of Sara's best knives were also snapped in half due to the sheer amount of force they were thrown with. Clary had no idea how to explain that to her godmother. But it was now 6:30am and it was time to meet her fathers escapees. Not bothering to get changed out of her training clothes, she quickly wiped the sweat from her forehead with one of the towels and she changed her trainers to her comfy ugg boots. Making her way out of the training room she started having doubts about meeting them. Clary still didn't know how they'd react but now it was too late as she was already at the elevator.