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Clary froze. Shit, she thought to herself. The alias she had planned out so carefully was now missing from her mind which caused her to take a long pause before answering him. She looked down and closed her eyes, stumbling from a slight dizzy spell that had taken over her from her sudden nervousness.

Jace swiftly put a hand out to steady her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "It's just so loud in here," she replied as she placed a hand to her forehead.

"Let's get you outside," he told her as he directed her toward the door, making sure to keep a hand at her waist as if he was trying not to lose her in the crowd of the club. Once outside, he removed his hand and linked it with one of her own to lead her around the corner to a quiet alley opening. "The next time you're planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember a little sweet talk works wonders," he joked slyly with a cute smirk curling at his mouth.

Clary steadied herself, slightly chuckling a bit under her breath. "Sweet talk is not typically my strong suit."

"Well, I suggest that if you ever want a chance with me, you better learn."

She smiled softly as she turned toward him, her hand still in his. "Well, if this is your idea of romantic, I think I will count myself out. A dark and creepy alley? I mean, are you planning on raping me as well?" Her eyebrow arched, but it quickly returned to its normal place when she couldn't control her laughter. The attempt at severity definitely failed.

And she stood there, her hand still in his, and she wondered why she simply refused to remove it. She thought of just walking away, pulling away from something that suddenly was holding her hostage though it was not against her will. No where in her memory could she find herself being a needy girl striving for someone's attention or affection, she had given up on that a long time ago. Her father made that easy.

She surely didn't need to prove herself to Jace. He was a bit overconfident as it was. She didn't want to add fuel to his fire, but at this moment, she couldn't help but want to know more about him.

She attributed it to the fact of being hidden away for all her young life, for the fact that the only interaction she had was with her father and Jonathan, her brother. She didn't have friends. Never had a boyfriend or even a crush. She never met anyone she could possibly do so with. This made her feel so - inadequate.

But then it dawned on her. This boy lives in this city, and probably has for most of his life. His friends, too. She could gain valuable knowledge from them without given them much. She could be whoever she wanted to be. Make up a story about her life and get answers about her mother. They could help her find her. They could be her friends too. It would be nice to know what it is like to have friends, she thought.

Then Jace's voice was ringing through her ears and it brought her back to reality. "I am not going to rape you, sweetheart. Surely, you cannot rape the willing." His voice was soft, his laughter light. He joked with her, putting her at ease.

Something changed in her eyes, they became distant and blank. Jace noticed this quickly and he went to say something witty to snap her back when he realized that he still didn't know her name. "Sweetheart?"

His attempt was successful and she came back into focus. "I'm sorry," she told him. "I didn't mean to zone out on you."

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with a slight twinge of odd worry. "You know you still haven't told me your name."

Clary studied his eyes. Even though she wanted to believe that he was trustworthy enough for her real first name, she decided against it. "And why is it you want to know my name so badly?"

Jace's eyes lit up, a spark flashing through them like a shooting star. "Nice to meet you then, girl with no name. May I have the honor of walking you home?" He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

Clary raised an eyebrow once again, this time no laughter to follow. "Take me home? To mine or yours?"

"Wherever you would like to go, deary. We don't have to go anywhere at all, if you like. We can just stroll around the city until daylight," he said with a wide grin. He started to move forward, their hands still intertwined, looking back to see if she would decide to follow.

She did. "You know what, you can walk me back to my hotel. If you would like, of course."

She had given in to something, a feeling, she had never felt before. A sense of wonder, curiosity, bewilderment. Something inside her, begging her not to let him walk away. So, like a little girl, she listened and followed him in the direction of her Fifth Avenue hotel.

Jace watched her carefully as they walked together through the street lamp lit sidewalks of the city. There was just something about her, something that pulled at him. An odd sense of comfort and attachment, it was like he didn't want to leave her side from this point on.

She was beautiful and dangerous in a way he never knew a girl to be, but since she was a Shadowhunter, he figured that was where the danger came into play. Her strength, her bravery. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but it was something that he decided he wanted to find out.

She felt it too.

There was something about him, so intriguing and alluring. He reminded her a lot of her brother, but where Jonathan lacked the high self-esteem and calm demeanor, Jace excelled. He had this sense about himself, he was confident and headstrong. It was refreshing for her to see such an independent person considering her brother always followed her father around like a puppy.

"The Plaza? Expensive tastes you must have, my dear..." Jace laughed slightly to cover up his sudden nervousness. He tried to shake it off, telling himself to chill out, that she was just a girl. But it wasn't working.

"I have always wanted to stay at The Plaza. I promised myself that if I ever made it out of Idris and to New York that this is where I would go. I just love it..." she trailed off, making herself stop because she was worried that if she didn't stop now, she wouldn't and then she would be telling him too much.

He smiled down at her. "Well, I have never been inside The Plaza, my lady."

"Oh, come on!" She took hold of his hand and pulled him toward the doors.

They laughed at they looks they were receiving as soon as they had made their way inside. She swiftly drug him by the hand through the grand foyer to the elevators and practically shoved him inside once the doors opened. "I don't think they liked you very much," she laughed as the doors closed behind them, leaving them alone in the confined space.

"But oddly enough, I don't think that you really care what those people think. Do you?" He smirked as the elevator began its climb to the twelfth floor, the elevator which he was taking up the opposite corner and trying not to stare at her.

She smiled devilishly. "I could have just glamoured you up and made you look like their president or Lady Gaga. That would have been even more entertaining." They both laughed, and she couldn't help herself when she decided to stare back at him when he wasn't looking her way.

Everything about the ride in the elevator was like a dream to her, everything moving in slow motion. Each move deliberate and planned out. Then, it all changed.

"Jace, why don't you come -," The elevator cut her off with a loud ding as they reached her floor. She sighed as she stepped out through the doors and into the hallway.

Then it happened.

Jace grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the elevator. He pushed the button for the sixteenth floor, just a few floors above them, and once they begin to move, his fingers quickly smashed the "emergency stop" button causing the elevator to come to a screeching halt.

His hand was still on her arm as she lifted her hands to his chest to steady herself. He looked down at her and smiled before pulling her up to him to kiss her.

She could feel his smile on her lips as she returned the kiss with the same. A smile. It was certainly something she wasn't used to doing, but nor was kissing - this would be her first. A fact that made her feel inadequate and underprepared, and slightly awkward. She refused, however, to let any of that show. So, she kissed him back, soft and sweet, because she never wanted it to end.

But after a few moments, it did. He pulled away from her and pressed the button for the twelfth floor, her floor, again. As the elevator began to move, he kissed her once more. She smiled at him as the doors opened and she led him down the hallway to her suite.

When they reached the door, she fumbled through her pockets for the key and before she could find it, he had her softly pinned up against the wall. He left two light pecks on both her cheeks and one sweetly on her lips before pulling away from her again.

"I got it," he told her as he pulled his stele from his jacket and drew a rune quickly, unlocking the door. "Why didn't you just use yours?" He asked with a slight smirk twisting at his lips.

She reached into her back pocket, removing her stele and bringing it into his view. "Maybe I just wanted you to be my hero," she replied with a sarcastic wink.

He winked back, his smirk turning into a wide grin. "Well, I do love a damsel in distress."