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Chapter 2: My Guy (6,2K)
Clary's PoV
During the two days Jace was away in Mexico, Clary stayed with her father, though she busied herself with Maryse all days long. She couldn't wait for her best friend to be back, so the three of them could plan her wedding the same way they had planned Izzy's. A small part of her was a bit pained that Kaelie was not involved in her future happiness, but she knew that if asked, Kaelie would rather be Jace's best mate than hers. She didn't hold it against the blonde girl, it just made her a bit sad.
Maryse seemed really enthusiast at the idea of Clary getting married, which made her miss a little bit less her mother. No matter how much she tried not to show it, she couldn't help but wish her mother had been there for her, doing everything Maryse was doing with her to get her perfect wedding. Still, she never mentioned it to her Godmother and even less to her father.
And in all honesty, she was still glad that her father was also really involved in the plans for her wedding. She never thought he would actually be so hands-on, even giving out a few addresses he thought would be better for her. Jace, on the other hand, did not seem that into that whole wedding preparation thing. He paid attention and to what she wanted and what she told him over the phone, but he never said anything about what he wanted for their special day. Except for the fact that he didn't want to share the month with her own birthday.
Still, Clary wanted someone else involved in this wedding, if not because of tradition, at least to give Celine Wayland that one thing out of her son's life. She has stayed in a rather distant and polite relationship with the woman, feeling bad for the mother who lost a son for reasons that were completely out of her control. She had tried to understand Jace's point-of-view, and in a way she did, but that didn't mean that she couldn't put herself in Celine's shoes.
That was mainly the reason why she had stayed in contact with Jace's mother, even when they were separated. She couldn't imagine not knowing about her children if she ever got some, and if she could spare Celine the pain of not uncertainty, she would.
So she organised a dinner at a restaurant for the night Jace would be back, knowing in her heart of heart that no matter what, Jace would never be happy to entertain his parents in his own home. He might do it for her, but it would be begrudgingly, and there was already enough resentment to not add to that fire. Clary pondered for a long time as to which location and settled to go to Alex's restaurant, asking him to book a private room for them. If Jace was to get angry, at least there wouldn't be an audience.
Celine seemed so happy to have this opportunity to see her son again that it got Clary a bit worried. She knew Jace, and she knew that he was only doing that for her. He wasn't looking forward to seeing his parents, on the contrary. So a few hours before they were all supposed to meet, she texted Mrs Wayland and let her know,
I know those past decades have been hard for you, and I can't even begin to imagine how hard it must have been for the past two years to not be able to speak to your son. But I think it would be for the best of you didn't try to fix that relationship that the three of you lost. I think it would be best for every one of you view Jace as a new friend and not as a son, and start building a new relationship out of that. You might think that I am out of line, and I know nothing, but Jace grew up to be a proud man who doesn't let go easily. So I think it would be best for your heart and his pride if you put the parent-child relationship to the past, and simply saw him as a potential good friend. Clary
Celine didn't reply anything, though the message was marked as read an hour before the dinner, and all Cody could do was hope that she hadn't stepped in some sort of line and offended the woman or her husband.
She waited for Jace to come back from his business trip and together they went to the restaurant, Jace not trying even once to get out of it. She could have gone ahead and told the text face to face to Jace's parents, whilst waiting for him, but she wanted to erase as much as possible that first meeting Jace had with his parents when she arranged another dinner. That time, she had waited for him at the restaurant, and it did not end well.
On their way there, Clary filled the silence, talking about the coming gala for her charity the very next night. She was really excited because it would be their first official outing as a couple, and she couldn't wait to brag in front of certain friends. Jace warned her that he had a few things to deal with beforehand and that he would join her there later on, and for a second, Clary hesitated on asking more about what he had to do.
She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what kind of business Jace and her father had, but she had always masterfully avoided anything related to it with her father. With Jace on the other hand, she knew that he was just waiting for her to say the word. This was one of the things she wouldn't be able to take away from Jace, he had always been honest with her. Even when it would have been better for him not to. She could tell Jace didn't like that shade of grey they were in, but she wasn't really eager to cross that line either. Especially not when they were on their way to meet her future in-laws.
Once they got to the restaurant, Alec's manager showed them to their private room, where Celine and Michael were already sitting, sipping on water. Jace's mother brightly smiled to them, obviously happy to see her son, and Jace politely greeted her and her husband after Clary.
"Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice," Clary said with her best cheery voice, hoping to lighten up the tension she could feel thickening in the air.
Celine devoured her son with her eyes as he sat next to his girl, before snapping out of it and turning to Clary, as she rectified the redhead, "No, thank you for having us."
Clary brightly smiled, aware that she was putting more effort into that conversation than usual, and she briefly glanced at Jace, only to see that he was completely normal. Sure he wasn't all smiles and giggles, but she had noticed that outside of their personal moments, she had never seen Jace smile, or simply be carefree. A part of her liked it because it meant that it was something that only she had ever seen. But she wished he would try to let go a bit for his parents' sake.
Still, as the dinner went along, she understood that Jace really didn't care much about his parents. It wasn't a facade to make himself look tougher, it was a fact. She had seen Jace on several business diners with her father, and the way he interacted with his parents was the same as he did with any other person. And though it made her sad, it still made her hopeful. Just like she had said in her text, maybe the connection as a family was broken, but maybe he would find it in himself to see them as friends in the future.
After they ordered their desserts, Clary took Jace's hand in his, and let the Wayland parents know, "So, the reason we asked you to come today is that we are going to get married, and we would like for you to come to the wedding."
Celine swooned, congratulating them, though Clary was sure that she had known since Jace and she had walked to them. Though she was not a lefty and hadn't used her left hand that much, it wasn't easy to hide a ring such as the one Jace had gotten her, and Clary had caught Celine glancing at her left-hand several times throughout dinner.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a cold vibe coming from Jace's father. For a second, she wondered why, when she recalled that in the disastrous evening she had met them, Stephan had been asking a few questions about Jace's activities. If anything, he didn't seem pleased by the direction of the life of his son as taking. After all, who was her father was a secret to no one, and Clary knew that Jace was often linked to her father in the media, though she never talked about it to either of them.
"When is the wedding?" He asked, clearly not as enthusiast as his wife. Clary kept her smile on, though she could tell that something in Jace's position had changed. She didn't know how he did it since it looked like he hadn't moved, but he seemed a bit more on the defensive.
"In the summer of next year. We still haven't booked the place, but you will receive an invitation as soon as we know," She said, addressing directly to Stephan with her best smile. The man nodded, though he was looking at Jace at that moment, but, before another word could be uttered, Jace's phone rang.
Clary had heard his phone vibrate several times throughout the dinner, but Jace never reached to check his messages, which she appreciated. But now that someone was calling him, it seemed he couldn't keep ignoring whoever was trying to reach him. So he got up, excusing himself and leaving the table for a moment.
As soon as Jace left them alone, Stephan let the redhead know, "Don't take me wrong, Clary. I'm happy for you, I'm just not sure Jace is the right man for you."
"Stephan!"
"He's my son, and no matter what he does, nothing will change that. But ... I read the news and ... you two seem so different. Not without mentioning that he doesn't look like the marrying type. Or even the family type for that matter."
"He is," Clary assured because she knew that what Jace wanted more than anything in the world were children. "He's just ... very good at keeping to himself."
She didn't want to tell them that part of Jace being who he was, was because of them. It seemed unnecessary to bring them such pain when they were already feeling bad enough about how their son turned out to be. In her heart of heart, Clary knew that Jace would never forgive his parents for leaving him. But she still hoped that they would be able to enjoy meals like this one from time to time.
Jace came as Celine and Clary were talking about wedding plans and arrangements. He took her hand in his, gently squeezing it, s if to reassure her that everything was okay. For a moment, only the two women talked, until Celine let the redhead know that she still had many things from her own wedding that she could lend to her for something old and something borrowed.
At that, Jace objected, "Let's not jinx the family we are trying to build here with cursed objects that did not bring you a happy family."
Clary turned to him, embarrassed for his parents, but Jace simply looked at them, his eyes icy and cold. Then, he got up, prompting Clary to do the same, and politely said, "We will see you again soon. It was nice seeing you."
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Clary's PoV
A couple of days after that awkward dinner with Jace's parents, Clary was hosting a gala for her charity. Jace had promised to be there, though he warned her in advance that he would probably be late there, hinting that his own obligations would berate him. She knew that once again, Jace had given her an opening to so about his job and that, once again she chickened out, though she knew that the conversation was long due and that if she kept on postponing it, Jace would find a way to put the matter on the table, without her having a choice to run.
Still, she would rather do it at a different time. She knew who Jace was, she knew who she would be getting married to, she knew Jace was not the ideal Prince Charming. She simply never really acknowledged that fact to him. Probably because Jace had always been brutally honest to her and that she knew he wouldn't sugarcoat the truth for her.
But whenever that long overdue conversation would occur, it wasn't for this night.
When Clary arrived at the gala, she was accompanied by Magnus and Alec, though she knew that Lauren was lurking somewhere in her shadow, since she still didn't find the time to convince Jace to get rid of her. She had to admit that she had expected maze to say something to her, given the fact that he was Jace's best friend, and that she was now Jace's fiancé, but Magnus never mentioned anything about it. Even when Alec commented on her ring in the car ride, Magnus remained silent, making Clary wonder if maybe he disapproved of the relationship, as Kaelie did. A part of her was a bit saddened by it, feeling that she would never be good enough in the eyes of Jace's friends.
The gala in itself was rather dull and uneventful, though she was happy that it managed to generate several thousands of dollars for her cause. Winter would be there soon enough, and she knew that her dream of seeing New York free of homeless was far from coming true. still, she would be able to help many of them this year, just like she had been doing for the past three years.
There were many people that she liked, and many that she didn't particularly hold in her heart, but who were still socialites who were rather generous toward her cause. So she played the perfect hostess, thanking every person as if seeing them had been the highlight of her night, though she was often glancing toward the entrance to see when Jace would appear.
Something that she had not anticipated, was people competing on the new addition to her jewellery and asking who was the lucky lad. Clary kept postponing the reveal, wanting Jace to be there when she would do so. Maybe it was because it was a public event, meaning that the media were here, ready to misinterpret every single one of her word, or maybe because this was how Jace and she could finally officialise to all their engagement, but she still waited for her fiancé to come.
Which he did, halfway through the evening, accompanied by her father and by Jordan. As soon as he spotted her, he strode to her, and kissed her before apologising, "Sorry for the delay. I had to get changed before coming."
She smiled, pecking once more his lips, though a part of her wondered why did he need to get changed. Jace was known for many things, but dressing casually was not one of them. She was sure he could have walked straight from whatever meeting that held him back, and blend in the crowd perfectly … That was if he had been to a proper meeting.
"What shall I get you?" He asked, looking toward the bar, but she shook her head.
"Nothing. I'm actually bursting. Can you hold my bag, whilst I go freshen up … unless you want to come and help me …"
Jace seemed to think about it for a moment, before he shook his head, and kissed her forehead, "I'll hold you up to that one."
Clary shook her head, smiling, and went to the bathroom to relieve her bladder, feeling like this was probably the best sensation in the world at that right moment. Once she was done, she made sure she looked proper, rearranging her hair and straightening the few rumple of her blue dress, when someone entered the bathroom as well.
She turned her head, politely smiling, and saw with surprise that it was Seelie. She wasn't really surprised to find Seelie at the gala, Seelie was a socialite just like her, and she had always been rather generous toward charities. But Clary had hoped to not get in one-on-one with her. In fact, ever since Jace had 'dated' the girl, Clary had always done her best to avoid her, with grace and tactfulness.
"I was hoping to talk to you in private, Clarissa," The ginger girl said, making Clary feel trapped. She couldn't really refuse that to the girl, without being blatantly rude.
"I know that our fathers are … not in the best of terms, but you've always been nice and courteous to me, and I feel like I should return the favour."
"What do you mean?"
Seelie looked down at her hands, clearly looking for her words, before she asked without preamble, "Are you engaged to Jace Wayland?"
"Yes."
Seelie bit her lip, and let her know, "I don't know what he told you, and what he promised you, but that man is a joke. He only cares about one thing, power. He tried to get it through me, and when he couldn't, he's trying to get it through you now. He doesn't care about you. When he'll get what he wants, he'll dump you like an old sock, just like he did to me. And … well, if I can avoid you being hurt like I've been hurt, I'll feel much better."
Clary looked at the girl, not sure of what she could actually say, without sounding like a cold-hearted bitch. She knew that Jace had intentionally played with the ginger's heart, just to get back at her father. But there was no way she could tell that to Seelie. Especially the part where she and Jace had been together when he had let the young girl believe that he was falling for her.
"I don't think he will hurt me, Seelie. But I appreciate you telling me this," Was all she found to say. Seelie looked as if she was about to add something, before she shook her head, obviously judging Clary as someone weak, and probably heading to be in a bad relationship.
Clary gave her a few minutes head start, before exiting the bathroom herself, not sure if she should let Jace know about this girl encounter. If she was honest with herself, she was anxious about what his reaction could be. Not that she thought he would be angry at her, but that he could be completely cold regarding Seelie's feelings and attempt to be nice to Clary. And though she knew that her future husband was someone cold to others, she didn't particularly enjoy seeing it first hand.
When she got back to the main room, Jace was deep in conversation with Alec and her father, but she saw how his eyes swiftly flickered to her for a brief second. And though it warmed her up that he acknowledged her as soon as she entered the room, she was also relieved that he didn't come straight to her, like an overbearing boyfriend.
She went to the bar to get a glass of champagne, and a masculine voice startled her from behind, "You know everyone is going to think that this relationship is arranged."
She half smiled, before turning to Seb, and letting him know, "But of course, you know better."
She had seen him coming earlier with some blond girl at his arm. Though their friendship never got back to what it used to be, they were still friends enough to speak to one another courteously when they would meet at such events, which was bound to happen, given the fact that they ran in the same circles of friends.
Seb glanced in Jace's direction, still involved in his own conversation with the eldest Lightwood, and he let Clary know, "From an outsider point-of-view, Jace is the heir of your father's 'businesses', and you are your father's daughter. Valentine would be keeping everything in the family with the two of you getting married. Look at it this way, there was more fuss when you were dating Will and I, than when you are engaged to Jace. You have to get used to people telling you this is a sham."
Clary furrowed her brows, not really having thought of it. With Will, it had been different, he was a public figure, and he played with his public image. Seb was an eligible bachelor that had been on magazine several times because of that title, so of course, people commented on her presence. But Jace was some who lived and operated in the shadows, and naturally, she followed his step, not thinking even once how it appeared to the world.
Though she tried not to pay attention to it, she knew that her name or her face had appeared several times in the media. Whether it was for her love life, or for her charity work, or for simply being present at a fashion show.
"Well, let them gossip. I know the truth," She said with defiance, sipping on her champagne. Seb knowingly smiled, his eyes probably looking for his date as he joked,
"Well, I will leave you to that, and look for my date so I can go home in one piece. I wouldn't want your future husband to get the wrong idea of seeing us together, and me never waking up in the morning."
Clary opened big rounded eyes at that, clearly obfuscated. No matter Jace's flaws, he wouldn't go as low as to kill someone for just talking to her, and so she defended him, "Jace would never try to kill you!"
Seb snorted, and wisely said, before going, "Women in love can be so blind sometimes."
She let him go, though she did not agree with his last statement. Sure she loved Jace, but she didn't think she was blinded by love. She knew who Jace was, and who he wasn't, and he wasn't as bad as people seem to think he was. He was far from being an angel, but he wasn't the monster everyone made him be.
The gala went on, turning into something boring as they were getting deeper into the night, and Clary wished she could just go home, instead of having to host the party until it died. It was probably the thing she liked least about this whole socialite thing, not being able to leave at the high of an event.
Shortly after her father left, Seb came to tell her goodbye, and she could swear she felt Jace's gaze on her. But when she turned, all smiles on him, he was nowhere to be seen. instead, she saw Jordan, smirking at her as he stood by a wall. She walked to him, and as soon as she was at a hearing distance, he told her,
"If you're looking for Jace, I think he went to the bathroom. Even boring people who never drink need the loo from time to time."
She thanked him, ignoring the knowing wink he gave her and went to look for her fiancé. She found him in the men's room, and a quick flashback of their first Christmas came to her when he took her quick and rough against a bathroom sink. Jace looked her, his eyes lingering on her blue dress before he let her know,
"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate it when you wear blue?"
She beamed, glad that he liked this little thing she had for him. In all honesty, Jace only told her once that he liked her in blue, but he always showed his 'appreciation' whenever she wore the colour, which was why she always did her best to wear it other often.
She walked to him, playing with the necklace that never left her neck, and countered with a sultry voice, "Have I ever told you how much I loved the bathroom sex we had the Christmas you gave me this?"
For a moment, Jace frowned, not giving Clary the reaction she was hoping out of him. He caressed her face with his thumb, looking deep in her eyes.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, today. I would be anything but fair to you."
She tiptoed herself to kiss his temple, before she whispered to him, "I don't mind, Jace. You know how I like it when you get rough."
As she said so, she let her fingers trail down to his trousers, so they could play with his bulge; and then, she watched Jace swallow hard before crashing his lips to hers. In her mind, there was no doubt that Jace was being reluctant to go on because he was jealous of Seb and of the fact that she and her ex had spent time together.
He had told her on a couple of occasions since their engagement that this was a side of him he didn't like because he had no leash over it. Their first time being intimate again had been about making her forget all about Sebastian instead of being all about them. Sure, every time after that had been very loving and sweet, but Jace still didn't like this emotion in him. And though she understood Jace, Clary had to admit that she didn't mind this side of him. It made him less … in control.
She nibbled on his earlobe, her hand trying to undo the belt, all the while hoping that Jace wouldn't reject her. But he did anything but. He hoisted her up so she would sit on the sink, and cupped her face before passionately kissing her.
She moaned against his lips, feeling that he was reaching for the hem of her dress, and before she could even register how anything had happened he was buried inside of her. He waited for a little, giving her time to adjust to his abnormally large cock; and then, started ramming inside her as if there were no tomorrow.
She bit her lips, trying to refrain herself for making too much noise. She knew that Jace liked it when she was vocal, but she couldn't decently scream her lungs out given their location. So she did the other thing she knew Jace liked most about their coitus, she locked eyes with him.
And just as he gazed deep into her eyes, he slowed down. What had started as a savage and almost animalistic moment was turning into something sweet and intimate, which only ended with Clary reaching her orgasm, swiftly followed by Jace who heaved in her hair how much he loved her.
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Clary's PoV
When she woke up the next day, Clary found the bed empty next to her, as usual. No matter how many that would happen, she still couldn't understand how Jace managed to sleep so little. Still, she did not linger on it, and after a failed attempt to pet Bastille, she got ready to go to church.
She had been postponing going to see the bishop for two weeks now, and she knew she was going to get a lecture for that. She never pictured herself as a hardcore religious person, but she still went to mess on a Sunday, and she still went to confessional when needed. In a way, she felt better confessing her sins that going to a shrink. Probably because a priest was supposed to care about her soul, and not her bank account.
On her way to the Church, she tried to understand why she was so religious when no one in her family was. Her father was anything but, and her Godmother was only involved because of her. The only person who seemed to understand her attraction to religion was her Uncle Hodge, even though he himself was a non-believer. He used to take her to church and bring her theological books for her to understand better the mystic of the divine.
And the best thing he did for her, in her eyes, was that he opened her to the other religions as well, going as far as getting holly men to explain to her their own religion and kill the cliches one could have about their religion. Which left her a rather open person who never tried to put one religion above the others. In her opinion, they all had the same God, just different ways to apply and perceive the knowledge and commands given.
She was barely in the church that the bishop welcomed her with open arms, though there was some sermon in his tone, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, Clarissa."
She grimaced, knowing that she was in trouble just by the fact that he used her full name. She had been going at the same Church since she was eight, and Father Crowley was more than her spiritual guide, he was also her confidant.
"I've been busy," She apologised, though she knew that it wasn't excuse enough.
"I saw. Nothing should keep you too busy from God."
She could tell that he did not approve of her engagement, by his tone, and by the way, he looked at her ring. But she wasn't surprised. Father Crowley never approved of Jace, when she told him about him as they started dating.
Still, she wished she had been the one to tell the good father about the recent development of her love-life, and not some people magazine. Contrarily to Seb's prediction that no one noticed that Jace and Clary were now an item, several sleazy tabloids had a picture of her and Jace at the Gala for their front cover, announcing their engagement, and declaring to the world that she was no longer on the list of richest bachelorette of New York.
When she saw the pictures, he father reassured her, letting her know that he was the one who made sure that there was a photograph or two at her gala to take pictures of them and officialise their relationship to the world. And though she felt weird about her father thinking so deep into that whole thing, she liked this reality better than the one Seb had depicted for her.
"Well, if you already know, I can cut straight to the case, then. I would like to get married here."
Father Crowley gently shook his head and started walking throughout the church, forcing Clary to follow him, "You know what I'm going to say, Clary. I am a man of the Church, and the Church cannot condone this relationship you have with this man."
She had been expecting him to say that. Though Father Crowley was very much a man of his time on many things, there was still certain aspects of life he was harder on. For instance, he never chastised Clary for having had sex before her marriage, but he never was shy to let her know that the life her father was leading was no good for her.
"He who never sinned cast the first stone," She replied, making the priest nod in accordance. They already had this conversation many times, and Clary never backed down from defending her father the best she could. And she would do the same with her husband to be.
"You want to get married here, but that is no news to me. What about your fiancé? Does he want to get married here? I don't think I've ever seen him in a holy place," The Father said, to which Clary automatically replied,
"He came to the Vatican with me!"
The priest gave her a look as they kept on walking, getting closer to the candles. He took a deep breath, and let her know, "Clary … Why do you keep that kind of person in your entourage? I know you can't do a thing about your father, but getting married to Jace Wayland is pushing it."
"I thought you were not supposed to judge," She retorted.
"I am supposed to look after my flock. When one of my sheep is going astray, mingling with the wolf, it is my duty to bring her to reason."
"But maybe the sheep is here to bring the wolf to reason, an show him a peace he had never known. Isn't the Bible teaching to open your door to everyone, especially those in need?"
"If people don't want your spiritual help, Clary …" Father Crowley trailed, implying that she was wasting time with Jace. She shook her head, and accused him,
"That's not very Christian of you."
"You are a good person, Clary. You have a good, giving and loving soul. I don't want to see it go to waste to the likes of Jace Wayland."
"He's not that bad," She defended him because though Jace never judged her on being religious, he always was clear to her that he found no attraction in a higher power.
Father Crowley looked at her condescendingly, as he asked her, "How many lives has he taken since you've known him? Though shall not kill."
"How many lives has the Church taken over the centuries?"
"Clary … Jace Wayland is just one man, not an institution."
"So he is more likely to stand astray than the Institution that is supposed to be holly and show the example. Mistakes are humans."
"You're too clever for my own good," The priest admitted, though it wasn't the first time he had told her that. This was probably why he liked this parishioner a bit more than the others, because, though she questioned many things, her faith never wavered.
"I just don't think that it's fair for you to judge what he does when the Church was built on so much blood. Nothing in this world is perfect, even less Men. I know he is flawed, I know where he stands when it comes to God, but I also know that despite everything he does, he has a good heart. He is a good man inside, and that's what's important."
"If he is that good of a man, why didn't you go to him in your time of need?" The good priest asked, looking straight into Clary's soul and making her look down, ashamed.
"Because … Jace wants to be a father more than anything. But he also loves me very much so, and I know he would find a way to blame himself if he knew that when we were separated, I lost his baby. There is no point for me to make him feel bad over something that is in the past, and cannot be changed."
The holy man did not say a word, probably seeing that Clary was lost in her thoughts, reminiscing how that week had been one of the worst for her. She remembered seeing the plus sign with Kaelie and crying herself to sleep in her friend's arms.
She remembered how Kaelie insisted that she should let her ex know, and how she knew that her friend was right. Jace ought to know that he was going to be a father. She remembered how she had decided to take an appointment with Kaelie, and how she would go to Jace afterwards. And how nothing happened as planned.
She woke up at the break of down, her bed bloody and her inside as if on fire. A part of her was glad that her father had been away at that time, she didn't need to answer questions she did not want to answer. Tessa called a doctor for her, who told her the obvious, and the maid kept her secret while Clary cried the loss of the life Jace had started in her.
If she was honest with herself, she had hoped that the baby would help reconcile them. But of course, all of this had been turned to dust. When she had come to Church to understand why she was punished, Father Crowley had surprised her, asking why she didn't go to Jace, instead of saying that it was all for the best.
"Clary?"
She startled back to the present, looking at the priest who knowingly smiled at her, "You will have plenty of other chances to have children. In the meantime, you have a wedding to prepare. Let the past be to the past."
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💚 So, the second chapter is here, I know it took some time, but I did warn you. I had a lot to deal with recently on top of that, but here we are. Remember, the review section is open to all, but that doesn't mean you should attack someone for thinking differently than you. Oh, and I LOVE long reviews, so don't be shy.
~ Remember that in the first book, it had been said several times that Clary was religious, and going to church. I don't want you guys to start a debate on religion, or to get offended that your religion is portrayed in this story. Religion is part of life, and I am trying to get this story rather accurate. So, don't kill me.
~ Neither Seelie or Seb are set to be the enemy. I hope it was clear enough in this chapter that their intentions were pure, and not twisted or something. Jace is seen differently. Remember, we are now in Clary's eyes. But we can still grasp that she knows him better than anyone else. This is shown mostly with his parents when though he doesn't really show any emotions, she can tell when something changes in him.
~ I am still curious about what was your favourite part, nonetheless. Strangely enough, mine was the last one with Father Crowley (and yes, this is totally a Supernatural wink wink)
💚 Now, about the reviews. Glad to see that you all support Bastille, even when he's being salty, and that you guys were all about Kaelie, even if she white lied, and didn't mention the awkward kiss between her and Jace. Someone took note of a small hint that had been lightly dropped during one of the conversations, so kudos to Niamh! As for Clary and Seb, yes they had sex, but always protected, Jace is the only guy Clary had without protection
💚And now be ready, because a few new characters will be introduced next chapter…
💚 By the way, about the story I will be working on, you need to vote on my profile, so I can follow the majority. The voting ends on 15-02-2019. So go and vote. (it only work on desktop mode, and you can vote several times)
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Mina💚💚💚
