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Chapter 3 – The Threat

Isabelle guided me down the hallway while I tried to free myself from her grip. She turned a corner and pushed me to the wall. She stood there, staring at me intently.

"So she's the one that everyone is looking for." She cursed under her breath. "She thinks Valentine is dead! She has no clue what or who she is! This is big. Really big." She started pacing.

I hesitated a bit before I asked the question that's been running in my mind ever since she pulled me away from Clary. "Do you... do you think she'll be staying here?" I looked up to meet her gaze. "Well, I mean, we can't just leave her out there with every demon walking in the world looking for her. Especially since she has no clue as to what's going on." That's why the demon was cornering her... I couldn't imagine what would've happened if I didn't see anything, if I wasn't there in that street at that moment.

"Possibly." Isabelle said, looking down the hallway. "I don't think Hodge will leave her defenseless out there."

I didn't think so either. All I wanted to know was whether she would be okay. Especially with all this news that's being dumped onto her. I looked up to Isabelle looking at me. I frowned at her.

"What?" I asked.

It took her a moment to reply back. She sighed. "Nothing, Jace. You should head back to Allison. I expect she'll be waiting for you." She turned to walk away and I grabbed her by the arm.

"Isabelle, wait. I need to ask you something." I suddenly realized that my face was burning up. I was embarrassed to bring this up. Isabelle looked at me, expectantly. "Every time I touch… Clary, I feel this sort of jolt, like electricity running up my whole body. I don't know why it's happening, but I've never felt that before."

She looked at me with a worried, wide eyed looked, I quickly regretted telling her anything. She took me by the hands and held them between her hands. She looked me straight in my eyes and that's when I knew the next words she was going speak were not going to be good. "Jace. Listen to me. You cannot fall in love with her. Especially with her being Valentine's daughter."

I drew back instantly, stepping back from her. "Whoa! Nobody is falling in love! I don't even know her." We both knew those words were lies the second I said them. "How is that even possible? She's just some random girl I saw- "

"And had the need to save?" Isabelle interrupted me. I looked back at her, slowly shaking my head. "Jace, the reason you've never felt that way before is because you've NEVER felt it before. Not even with Allison because we all know that you don't really love her."

I looked back shocked. "Okay, I love Allison. I really do, but I don't know what it is about Clary. It's driving my head insane just thinking about all these feelings."

She pushed me to wall, rather hard I might add, and grabbed me with both hands on either side of my head. "You can't fall in love with Clary. Not only is she basically forbidden for who's her parent, but for God's sake, Jace! You were planning on proposing to Allison tomorrow!" she sighed and let go. "She's off limits. No matter what way you may look at it, a relationship with her would not go good. Trust me, brother."

I sighed. "I'll do my best to stay away."

"I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you." she nudged me on my arm, playfully. "Now I really think you should go back to Allison. Good night."

I stood there, watching her go. I don't know how long I stayed there for but I slowly made my way to the room, thinking about what Isabelle said. I need to dedicate my time to Allison and I knew that was going to be hard with Clary around, if she was going to stick around. I opened the door to our room and crept inside, trying my hardest not to wake up Allison. She was fast asleep on our bed, breathing slowly, deep in sleep, deep in dreams. I stripped from my clothes and stayed in my boxers like every night. I got into bed and lay there, staring into the ceiling. Allison turned in her sleep and was facing me. I looked at her. Allison was beyond beautiful. She had rosy cheeks, nice plump lips, golden hair that went all the way to her back. Anyone could have had her but she chose me. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to love her. I never felt the way I've read in books, or seen in movies, in TV shows. I loved her, she was beautiful, but she was empty, an empty personality, an empty shell of a person. I drew myself to her and caressed my lips to her. A smile crept to her lips. It didn't bring any happiness to me knowing I made her happy. I didn't bring any emotion to me. I sighed and lay back down, staring back into the ceiling. I closed my eyes after a while, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to birds chirping, sunlight hitting my face, singing coming from the bathroom, the shower water turning on. I sat up and looked at the time. I got up and put on my sandals. I tiptoed to the bathroom and took a peek inside. I saw Allison's silhouette in the shower door. Her perfectly shaped body stirring something inside me. I backed away, having a feeling of wrongdoing. I frowned, making my way to the bedroom door. I made my way to the kitchen, feeling my stomach turning in every direction possible from the hunger. I realized I haven't eaten since yesterday, before the incident. I walked into the kitchen and saw Isabelle bent into the fridge. I made my way to her.

"Good morning, sunshine. How'd you sleep?" I asked, sitting down on one of the chairs in the island. And then I almost fell right out my chair! It wasn't Isabelle! It was Clary!

She smirked. "I slept great, buttercup. How 'bout you?"

I stared at her with wide eyes ignoring the fluttering I felt in my stomach when she called me buttercup. Pathetic.

"You know, I should be the one staring at you like that. I mean, I did just find out that my parents are demon hunters and that my father is still alive and not only that, but he wants to keep demons here. Oh and don't forget, that you're one of them. Thanks for letting me know."

I shook my head before replying. "How was I supposed to tell you anything? You passed out the minute I touched you."

She looked at me over her shoulder. "Does that always happen with you? You electrocute every girl you meet to try to get in their pants?"

Whoa, I wasn't expecting that. "Whoa, what? It wasn't even like that! I've never felt that before. So it's clearly not me."

"Oh, so it's me that wants to get in your pants?" she scoffed.

"Um, excuse me but nobody is getting into my boyfriend's pants but me." We both turned toward the kitchen door and Allison was standing in the doorway, with pure fury on her face.

"Oh, um, no! I didn't say… I didn't mean… I don't know what…. I …." Clary was lost in words. She glanced at me. "I should go." Before I said anything, she ran off, dodging Allison when she got to the doorway. Allison walked to me and placed her hand on my arm and bend down slightly to stare into my eyes.

"You stay away from her. If you don't, everything we've worked for will go down the drain. I'll make sure everything you've worked for, will be down the drain as well." She smiled and kissed me. I just sat there, stunned. She straighten up and asked cheerfully. "So what's for breakfast?"

I had nothing to say.