Bonus chapter because we all love you all so much! Well, actually, we were struck by inspiration from the muses of...er...inspiration! Here we go. It gets pretty interesting here.
Jace's rock-solid attitude crumbled under the sight; Isabelle's slight figure falling into him was enough to knock him down. Recovering quickly from his moment of weakness, he climbed quickly back to his feet, mouth still gaping open. How could she? he mentally cried.
Before his very eyes, his sister, the love of his life, was standing in the middle of a group of fairies, passionately kissing one. He was tall, with shaggy, dark brown hair and…Well, Jace couldn't see his face because it was smushed against Clary's. Anyway, he had his arms wrapped tightly around Clary's waist, his transparent wings fluttering slightly to keep them hovering a few inches off the ground. Clary's fuzzy pink sweater dropped unnoticed from Jace's hand.
"I'm so sorry," Alec said, the first to recover. His tone wasn't too sincere, though, and his hand was already entwining itself around Jace's unresponsive fingers.
"I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation," Isabelle said, recovered, moving to stand on Jace's other side.
Jace shook his head, blonde curls flying around his head, then settling perfectly. His fists clenched, reminding him of the dagger dangling from his hand. He tossed it from hand to hand without looking at it, not concerned with cutting himself.
"I don't care," he scoffed, a look of suicidal challenge plain on his angelic face. "I'm going to kill them both anyway."
"Jace," Isabelle warned, "don't do anything you'll regret later." She reached out a hand to stop him, but he brushed it off.
"Don't worry," Jace sneered. "I won't regret it."
At that moment, Clary turned around in the arms of her fairy friend. "Jace! Hi!" she smiled peppily, looking and sounding ditzier than even the most frequent Hollister customer. Her red curls flew out flawlessly behind her, causing the hatred in Jace's stomach to bubble even more. His gold eyes glimmered, the bright light giving them a satanic glow.
"Careful, Clar," the fairy warned, squeezing Clary back to him to prevent her falling. Alec stepped behind Jace, feigning vomiting at the nickname for Isabelle's benefit, causing her to break into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Clary leaned forward, her lips hovering only an inch or two from the fairy's ear; Jace's hatred grew to new heights. Slowly, the fairy lowered Clary to the ground. At their graceful landing, reminding Jace of when he flew with Clary, and their not-so-graceful landing, Clary broke away from the fairy, still holding his hand. She bounced a few steps closer to Jace, a warm smile bursting over her face.
"Jace, meet Jonathan. My boyfriend!"