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CLARY POV:

I awoke to find Jace's arms still around me, he was sleeping still. The soreness had gone away a little to the point where I could move, just barely. I quickly moved from his hold and went to the bathroom, I did my morning regimen and then left to change. Once dressed, I grabbed my phone and laptop and sat on the sofa. It was seven in the morning.

I decided to at least answer Jon, Simon and Heidi. I knew they would want further contact, but all I was willing to give was the okay, that I was okay. I was pretty sure they were all pissed off and angry with me for not answering them.

Mother had probably told them to buzz off when they called her, knowing her. She believed in letting her dear children fend for themselves, when they were wrong. I swear she'd think she was God, if it wasn't for the fact she was a woman.

To: Sammy_Si

Fr: Saint_Claire

Hey Simon, I'm sorry for not getting back to you as soon as possible. I was just so busy, I decided to stay in Vegas for a bit before moving to L.A. I'm quite fond of the area, it's beautiful and it's a really nice place. I've been thinking about opening my bookstore/art museum over here. I know, art sells better in NYC, but California is calling to me.

I think it's time for a change of scenery. I was after all brought up in places that snow, I think the sun and beach will be good for a change. I miss you every single day I am not with you. I know this is all sudden, and I'm sorry I'm not doing this in person but I really think it's best this way. I promise to come see you for Christmas, I wouldn't dare miss Christmas with the Lewis's after all you guys are the most funniest of families.

Hopefully you have fun at NYAF-New,York Academy Of Film.

Love you!

I send it before I can change my mind, looking over the message. I decide to just call Jonathan, since he's the type to act rash. He'd literally track me down and drag me all the way back to Switzerland, if father didn't have the Guard do it first.

I waited as the phone rang, my heart beat increasing with every passing second.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Jonathan shouted into the phone, I pulled the phone back from my ears wincing. He was really going for gold when it came to yelling, I sighed. Settling into the couch, waiting for what I knew would come; my older brothers overreaction to me not calling or texting him. I had emailed him, I had a legitimate reason the day before yesterday I was sick. Yesterday in itself I was still sick and today I'm still sick, ugh, he was going to shout my ear off.

"Jonathan, stop yelling. I'm already not feeling well" I said, letting out a yawn. I sat Indian-style, pulling my feet into me, I grabbed the blanket from off the top of the sofa and covered my legs with it. I was feeling lazy, the antibiotics still working. I had to take another one in a few minutes.

"What's wrong with you?" He said, his tone was much more composed. I took a deep breath.

"Nothing, I just haven't been feeling very well for the past couple of days." I lied, well it was partly a lie. I wasn't feeling well for the past couple of days, but I had pneumonia and I left that part out. He scoffed. "Really Jon, I am fine" I said.

"Are you sure, we both know what happened your freshman year. I just don't want a repeat, you scared us all to death nearly. That was the worst year of my life and there's been some bad years..." He said, I snarled at the mention of what happened four years ago, it wasn't exactly something I liked to talk about or hear about.

It was the most painful experience of my life and that year was horrible, I went through so much and if that wasn't enough. I had my father and Jonathan breathing down my neck every flipping second, it drove me insane nearly. I had barely spoke during those long months. I kept to myself, lying in bed. The only time I had moved was to shower, change and climb right back in.

Everyone was worried about me and I was worried about myself too. It was the year all my dreams had been crushed, I was so upset with myself. I had barely eaten, my life was merely over in my mind. There was nothing anyone could do to bring me out of the funk, finally my mother had enough and sent me to my father. I was miserable, I missed Simon and I dreaded the long distance.

My father had shown me just how ruthless and evil he could be, it scared me, whipped me back into shape. I was never so glad to be out of a place so quick, I had limited my visits to merely several days, no longer. Valentine was merely the most evil bastard you could meet, kind when he wanted to be and wicked when he didn't feel giving.

"Clary?" I heard him say, I shook my head and focused on my breathing. The memories were bad and I hated being reminded of that time in my life, I went through a dark phase and it wasn't the normal cry myself to sleep kind. I was sick, upset, lonely and afraid. The worst combination of feelings to have.

"Yeah" I said, my eyes shifted to Jace's sleeping form. He looked so beautiful asleep, one could easily fall deep in compulsion with just a simple look at him, the man was gorgeous.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up. Please just call me next time, you had us all worried. Mom was no help at all, telling us to give you some time and space. I swear the woman thinks she's Goddess of all things pertaining to Clarissa Morgenstern" He said in a joking tone.

"I was just thinking about that earlier" I snorted, I heard Jonathan's even breaths. I missed him, he was the best brother any one could ever ask for, sure he had his moments but I loved him anyway.

"Anyway, Father booked you a flight to come home next month. He's upset that you didn't check in with him and Heidi said it would be good for you to spend some time home" Jonathan said, I pressed my lips together. Heidi was really starting to grind my gears, she was merely the help -the bad help at that- who the hell gave a crap about her opinion?

My father was just using her as an excuse to get me to come.

"I don't know Jon..." I said.

"You don't have a choice Clary, it's either you come to us or we come to you. You already know how father can get" Jonathan said, in his serious tone. I groaned, leaning back into the couch, my head on the top.

"This isn't fair, I'm eighteen. I should be able to make my own decisions and not have to answer to father" I sigh, you'd think I was twelve the way my father treated me. He'd always treat me like a child, Jonathan was twenty-two and he was treated with more respect than I was. It was as if I was a fragile piece of glass, ready to be shattered.

"Clary you're a princess, your life was practically planned before you were even born. Be glad he lets you have your freedom in America, Lord knows, he wanted you to be raised in Switzerland by his side. He wanted you to be queen some day, and because of mother and your decisions he allowed you your freedom. Don't make him take it back Clary, we both know he doesn't do well to disobedience" He said, I frowned. He was right, my father did not respond well to defiance.

"Fine, I'll see you next month" I said, Jonathan was most likely rolling his eyes. "And just so you know, I'll only be staying for three days" He scoffed.

"You know the flight takes twenty one hours, and once you get here. Father won't let you leave until the seven days are up, that was the agreement, don't go back on your word. He could easily take back your freedom" Jonathan said, I growled. I knew he was right, he was only telling me what I already knew.

"Alright, Alright. Just don't do anything rash" I grumbled, I could just envision him smirking.

"Love you little sis" He said.

"Love you too" I said, hanging up. I put my phone on the coffee table, beside my laptop. I look up to see Jace seated in bed his face in his all-too-familiar mask. What in the hell did I do now?

"Good morning" I said, getting up and stalking towards the bathroom. I filled the glass cup with water and grabbed my pills, taking one and popping it into my mouth. I gulped it down with water, then went back into the bedroom.

"Morning" He said, his voice was laced with venom. I groaned, I didn't want another argument, I didn't need another argument. The only thing I needed right now was some more sleep, The pills had the fatigue affect, making me sleepy.

I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheets up to my shoulder, my back away from Jace. I felt the bed shift, but the pressure was still there.

"So we aren't going to talk about the man you were speaking too on the phone?" He said, I frowned.

"What is there to talk about Jace?" I questioned, I could feel my eyelids start to droop.

"You told some man you loved him, and you haven't even told me you love me yet! I think that's something to talk about!" He snapped. I sighed, flipping onto my back. I stared at him, the lack of sleep on my part turning into anger.

"We've barely known each other for a week, how could I possible say I love you?" I snap, he glares at me. "Don't even, you say you love me, but you know nothing about me!" I knew my tone was harsh, but I was not willing to argue and the fact that I wanted to sleep had me cranky.

"You won't let me know anything about you! You barely let me in, I'm trying my best with you. It's not my fault you're so used to being the Ice Queen!" He sneers, I release a deep breath and turn back around. I was not going to argue, I would not. Stress was the last thing I needed.

"Are you going to tell me who the man was? I think I have the right to know if my wife has another man waiting for her. Tell me do you two share a bed?" He questions, hid voice filled with sarcasm. I cringed at the thought of sharing a bed with my goof ball of a brother.

"What the hell is your problem!" I shout, turning back around. I sit up my eyes harden, he was really starting to piss me off.

"My problem is, my wife is telling some unknown man she loves him, when she's supposed to love me! those words are resigned for me! Not some fucking bastard!" He snaps, I wince at his words.

"Stop being a damn baby!" I snarl, my body temperature increasing.

"I'm being a baby? don't blame this one me, you're the one telling some dumb ass you love him. You could have at least told me you had a fucking boyfriend instead of leading me to believe you were such an innocent!" He growled. I had, had enough.

"First of all, Jonathan isn't my boyfriend, he's my brother!" I glare at him, I was well beyond seething with rage. "I don't owe you any other explanation! I never said I wasn't innocent! People make mistakes!" I spat.

"You're the biggest pain in the ass since Heidi!" I growl out, moving from the bed. I stand, staggering a bit. I stop for a second and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I grabbed a pillow and headed for the living room, leaving Mr. Asshole to just blink after me.

Marriage wasn't all it was cracked up to be, it was a load of crap if you asked me. No wonder my parents were divorced, this whole thing was ridiculous. With each passing day I could see my father in Jace. The cockiness, arrogance, jealousy, rage, mask, bitterness and lets not forget spiteful. He deserved a freaking Oscar or Emmy, he wasn't the sweet guy he was when I first saw him.

He was such a bastard, he was very aggravating, just the mere thought of him made my blood boil. I was trying to keep my stress level at a minimum, he knew I couldn't handle the stress. The last thing I needed was to fall back into the lapse of sickness from freshman year. He was there when Dr. Chance said I needed to take it easy and here he was stressing me out yet again.

I swear if he tried it again, I'll castrate him in his sleep. I was severely pissed, and nothing was worse than a pissed off Morgenstern, I wasn't as rash as my father and brother. Though I did have some of their rage in me, just waiting to be released.

Jace made me want to release my inner demons and just snap. I was trying so hard not to be like my brother or father, I was trying to be myself, Clary Fray. I was trying to remain who I was, not what was in my genes. I didn't want the monster in me rising, I wanted no part of the ruthlessness my father possessed, or the bitterness my mother held.

I lied on the couch, covering myself with the thick blanket. I fell asleep instantly, as soon as my eyelids shut.

I awoke to my dear husband kneeling in front of me. He looked apologetic, but I couldn't really care. I wasn't going to bend over backwards and forgive him, he'd have to earn my gratitude. I wasn't some damn toy he could play with. I was his wife, his equal. Not some damn woman he happened to be tied to, he was acting so possessive and it was really starting to tick me off.

"Yes?" I said, sitting up. My hair was down to my elbows, splayed all over the place. No doubt looking like a bird's nest, as usual, I was one of the most unlucky girls. I had the word hair to deal with.

"I'm sorry" He said, I snorted.

"Is the great Jace Herondale apologizing yet again? Twice in the past thirty-six hours. Damn I must be lucky" I said, sarcastically. I was so annoyed with him right now.

"Look, I'm sorry for stressing you out. I was being stupid, but I mean if the roles were reversed wouldn't you be pissed off to?" He questioned, to be honest I would be livid. I wouldn't want him telling any other girl he loved them, alright maybe his family members; but not the flirty, slutty Barbie's.

"Jace I don't owe you any explanations as for the things I do. I am not your child, I am your wife..." I frown, shaking my head. "I'm your wife, and I believe you should have some faith in me. I'm not an open book, there are many things in my life I won't tell you. Maybe at some point, but right now I need to know I can trust you." I sat up, slowly. Leaning against the couch, Jace shifted from his position on the floor to the couch.

"All you've been showing me is what I don't want to see. You're reminding me of someone, I really don't want a double for. You want answers, I want time. I will not tell you everything all at once. Trust is a foundation built, not easily given. A house takes years to build, as does my trust. I don't know you and from what I do know, it's not making you anymore endearing to me" I said, folding my hands in my lap.

"Is that your subtle way of telling me you want to spend years with me?" He smirks. I glare at him, leave it to him to make a joke at a time like this. "Okay, I know. I'm trying to be a little more understanding and what not. But it's hard to do so when my dear wife is so secretive. You still haven't told me about what Dr. Thinks-He's-So-Hot and you were talking about yesterday" He says, I sigh.

"I need some time, that's not really an era in my life that I'm comfortable talking about. Everyone goes through a dark lapse in time, during their life. Unfortunately mines was when I was insecure, stressed and had a whole lot of demons. I was sick during that time which didn't help with anything at all..." I said, being as vague as I could.

"Fine..." He mumbles, I shrug.

"Can you at least try to compose yourself, I understand how it looked, well how it sounded. But I'm a grown woman and as such I don't have to answer to anyone..." I said, that wasn't entirely true, my dear old father was still the boss of me.

"Why do you have to go to Switzerland?" He asked, I pressed my lips together. So he was listening on my conversation, and here I thought he was sleeping. What a little bastard. "You seemed quite upset to have to go back" His eyes focusing on mines.

"Yes, well lets just say. My family isn't as normal as one would think..." I mutter, he glanced at me; waiting for more information. "Need to know basis" I said, he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, but I expect to find out more about you. After all you'll be meeting my family when we get back to Los, Angelos. I think it's only fair I meet yours" He said. I frown at him, I think it's only fair you get an out before this train wreck of a marriage meets my father and turns into a blood bath...

"We'll see what happens after the six months. I don't want to bring anyone into the equation just yet, it'll just be pointless, if we were to involve people and this turned out to be nothing" I said, he frowned.

"We don't know that..." He muttered.

"Or do we?" I said, quietly; more to myself than to Jace. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he heard me, I knew I was coming off as a colossal bitch; but I had my reasons and though they were unbeknownst to him they were still good reasons.

"Why don't I make dinner?" He said, I arched a brow.

'You know how to cook?" I questioned, I was trying to suppress the shock and surprise, I'm sure my face was showing. I would think he would have a chef to make his food, from his big ass ego to the way he talked about himself. It made him seem like he liked the high life too, I had no problem with that at all but the shock was still present.

"Yes, I am after all certifiably sexy, apart from my unappealing, distasteful anger -which by the way I think adds to my charming personality- I am still a man, who can take care of himself' He stood, stretching his long limbs. I had to admit I was jealous, I was a short person, people usually called me short stuff or Pixie or even TinkerRissa -Jon mostly-.

"So what will Chef Jace be making" I said, walking over to the bedroom door as he made his way to the kitchen. I looked at him from over my shoulder he had a huge smile on his face and it warmed my heart. I liked the fact that he was inhumanely beautiful, but when I saw his chipped tooth that made me fall even more so in love with him.

It's not that I wanted him to have some sort of unattractive quality, because the chip in the tooth was actually really adorable. I liked it because it made him seem even more real in this surreal nuisance. It made me happy to think he wasn't all just beauty and charm, it excited me to know he was smart, he had other qualities and talents.

I knew many people in Switzerland who had made their beauty take them everywhere in their lives, they used it to get what they wanted when they wanted. As well as their statuses, and it sickened me. Jace was so different from most of the golden beauties, brown beauties and even black beauties. -Hair wise-.

He had many attributes, I mean some of them scared the living crap out of me. Others were like a wake up call, telling me my life from here on out would consist of love and happiness. It surely was ridiculous to think all of these things when I knew, my life would not be as happy as I wanted or thought it to be. My father would make my life a living hell as long as he had unlimited, untainted power.

He was untouchable and that scared me to death, it was partly the reason I wanted nothing to do with Jace, but he refused to see my pleading over the situation and if my father caught wind of this. He wouldn't allow Jace to just walk away, especially if he knew Jace was a direct copy with his anger, possessive and obsessive behavior.

It would all go to hell if that were to happen, Jace didn't even know what he was in for and I couldn't tell him. At least not yet, I needed to know I could trust him. I knew very well that if I had just up and left, Jace would try to find me he had the money to do so and it wouldn't end well with the final results. I had a fear in my heart, and it wasn't for fear of myself. It was fear for what would happen to Jace if he so happened to meet my father.

My father could persuade him to follow his path into darkness, he could literally have him killed with the flick of his wrist. He could do any and everything to Jace and it frightened me, and with that feeling of fear it only developed more because I was starting to grow attached to him. I felt scared because Jace would probably run for the hills when he found out everything about me.

What normal person would ever choose a life like this? It was hardly what I wanted for myself, If I ever even had the possibility of being free from the curse that was my heritage I would take it. Jace didn't know any of this and to see him push for it hurt me. I felt as if I were damned, like I was deemed for hell. It never really surprised me, even when I was small I knew I would go to hell.

The church didn't have to tell me that, I didn't so much as believe in Heaven or God, but I knew there was a hell. If there was a Valentine Morgenstern there was a hell, and unfortunately that hell was based in Switzerland where my father was ruler or in other words the Devil himself.

I still thought he was the devil, Jonathan said I was being ridiculous but was I really? The man was all sorts of evil, he had no warmness in his heart, he was just cold to the bone, he was impenetrable. His words cut through skin like a knife, piercing you and leaving you burning with what felt like venom.

Even his evil eye got to me, it scared me senseless, numbed me to coldness.

"Clary?" Jace called from the kitchen, I had just came out of the bathroom refreshed from my shower. I had thrown on a simple white transparent top that stopped about an inch from my waist, black panties, and white boy shorts.

"Yeah?" I said, I started detangling the birds nest I called my hair. It was such a pity, I couldn't have nice soft and silky hair like the other ninety-nine percent of the world. Unfortunately I had to be the other one percent that had horrible, hard to manage hair.

It was a curse and a burden, that weighed heavy on me when I wanted to just be laid back and relax. I always had to deal with this pigeon nest of tangled, moppy curls. I finished brushing out the tangles and did my hair into a cute side fishtail brad. I pulled on my knee-high white tube socks with the two black stripes at the top.

When I reached the kitchen, Jace had already set the table and the food was served. He smirked, pulling out my chair. I shook my head, if it wasn't his charm, or his seductive smile it was his food. I could smell it, I knew it would taste just as great as it smelled, maybe even more.

I took my seat, and he scooted the chair in. He took the seat next to me and tilted his head to stare at me curiously, he was obviously starting to pick up traits from me. I would do that too, it was almost as if we were meant to be together...

No, Clary keep your mind away from that...

"Clary?" I released a breath before staring into his beautiful golden orbs. I loved the color, the tint and the outer shade, they all seemed to contrast the golden glow in the iris. Complimenting the tawny, gold ring.

"Yes?" I questioned, he slowly took my hand in his, he used his other to rub soothing circles in the back.

"Am I really the most shittiest, douche-bag on the planet?" My eyebrows shot up at his question, I hadn't said that. Well out loud, at least.

"When did I... I never-"

"You were talking in your sleep earlier, after out argument" He said, I nodded my head in understanding. I didn't mean to say that, even in my sleep. It may have been wrong to say such things, but I never intended for him to hear it. At least not when I didn't mean it, I mean of course I was angry, but I wouldn't stretch it that far.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You must understand, you were grinding my gears. Annoying me with your possessive, obsessive behavior. I've never had any type of relationship before and this is all new to me. But from what I've seen this relationship is frightening me..." He shook his head. "I am only eighteen years old, I don't want the type of relationship where we scream our throats out. I want us to have the type of relationship normal people have, if we even have one..." I murmured the last part fairly low.

"I get that you're very young. That part still amazes me that I married someone so young, but I do care for you. Obviously more than you care for me, I know you're adjusting to this the best you can, but forgive me if I'm out of line here." He says, I lower my brows and blink. "I'm fairly stubborn, enraged and possessive, all of that is because I love you. The previous women in my life could attest to that."

"I am far from perfect, I have my days and I am easily upset but never go as far as to think I'm truly uncaring and a douche-bag as you've said." I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "I understand you need time to adjust to this whole situation and I am more than capable of giving you time. Hell I don't believe in love at first sight, but I felt a spark with you. I want us to be together, I need us to be together. You're my everything now that I have you, even if it's not the way I want you." His words, were eating away at my heart, not only because it sounded so sincere and genuine; but because he had me.

"We'll never be a normal couple, we're both so similar. We're both stubborn in our own ways, we both see things in black and white. You're secretive and guarded, I don't understand why but everything has a reason behind it. I just hope one day you'll let me in." His hands her now gripping mine tightly, not harmfully tight, but tight none the less.

"I can definitely see a future with you, Clary. But you have to want it too, you have to work with me on this. We can't just put in one percent or five percent for that matter. We both need to go at this infinity percent. We'll never have the picture perfect life, because no one does. You may see pretty faces and smiles as wide as the world, but behind every smile there is trouble. No marriage or relationship is perfect, none" He said, I just blinked.

"I'm sorry, for the arguments we've had. I know I shouldn't be stressing you out and I am so sorry, I'm trying my best to suppress my anger, but when I heard you tell some guy you loved him. I lost it, I shouldn't have been as callous with you as I was. I should have asked questions and for that I am so sorry but please believe that I will always try my best to keep you happy and safe" He says, he brought my hand to his mouth and placed a featherlight kiss.

Of, all things he could have done to me. He kissed the back of my hand, and hell. I was ready to jump him, to feel him, to give into the feelings I had been feeling. Atlas, I couldn't it would be too soon, I wanted to get to know the real Jace Herondale, I didn't just want to be another notch in his belt. No matter how many times he assured me, I would never get over my insecurities, he was beautiful and I was plain Jane.

I had a secret, that could possibly kill and it was destroying me. Literally, eating away at what little humanity I had left. I wanted Jace to be the knight and shining armor those stupid romance novels talked about. I wanted to be with him, though I feared for him, and for myself. I couldn't give into him, not yet at least.

I was saving myself for my husband. I know, I know. He's my husband, but I wanted to wait until I felt that spark, not the little sparks I felt when he touched me. I'm talking raising hell on earth, that kind of spark. The type of spark that would make me never want to leave him, that would never want him to leave me. I wanted that special connection before I fully gave myself to him.

I slowly pulled my hand away and we ate dinner, he'd told me about his childhood friends and how they had grown up together. How one was a fashion designer and the other was a Major in the army. He'd told me all about his friend's boyfriend, who was also a fashion designer whom worked with his friend, who so happened to be his other friends sister.

He went on to tell me about his best birthday yet, he'd had a spaghetti bath. I had laughed so hard, his life was way better than mines. Though when I said that he'd said 'Nothing is ever perfect, beyond every happy moment, is an distinctive bad memory'. I wanted to ask him about it, but chose against it seeming we were both in good spirits.

I felt so happy with him, he was starting to ignite that spark. A little by little, I could see myself loving him, being with him fully and having a future with him. I could see all the pains we'd both endured drifting away, as if they'd never happened.

I love Jace Herondale...


A/N: SO OMG! 29 REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER TWO?

You guys rock, I was so excited to read all of them. I notice some of you guys are confused and I will try to help as much as I can.

I've been getting this question alot and I've answered before, but I'll answer it again :)

No, Swedish isn't a language from Switzerland, Clary picked it up when she was young her father took her and Jonathan to Sweden on a business trip. She picked it up quickly, as well as the rest of her family. They'd spent countless vacations there, mostly because of the Fairchild's, Jocelyn's distant family.

Yes, I know German, Romanish, Italian and French happen to be the main languages in Switzerland.

Yes, Clary knows those languages, as well as others.

She'll start speaking her born to known languages soon enough, but for right now because of the -hush,hush- secret. She can't allow Jace to easily detect the language.

Jace's family the Herondales, will be featured soon enough as well as the family friends the Lightwood's.

Over the next few chapters, you'll see and read things that will have you wondering what the hell!

Mostly, because you guys won't see what's coming.

You're free to guess, though no one can keep up with my twisted mine.

Lmao... -twisted, as in creative and out of the box thinker-

Thanks for all the positive reviews, I look forward to hearing from all of you lovelies!

-ReadersConscious-