JPOV
I'd snuck food out of the palace kitchens again. Two chickens, a bag of potatoes and a few dozen carrots. That would feed the Lightwoods for a week. For the 'Royale' family it would last, let's say, one meal. The way we shovelled our way through food was ridiculous, when half of Idris couldn't even feed their families we should be preserving food. I would get the Lightwoods out of this mess if it cost me my life, they were my real family. The thought of Izzy, Alec, my parents and little, or not so little anymore, Max in pain broke my heart, and yet, for Valentine, I had to put on a cold front. I was Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern again, I didn't feel pain, or loss, or love, to love is to destroy. Maryse insisted I stay for dinner, I didn't have the heart to tell her I'd already eaten more than the food that I'd brought for their entire weeks' worth, if it was time spent together she wanted, it was something I could happily give, they were the last few people on earth that knew me. But they didn't really know me. Not like she did. I sighed gently as everyone ate and celebrated, an outsider would think it were Christmas every time I came over. A muffled knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts, and I watched as Izzy rose to answer, taking her glass of water with her. I couldn't see the door from where I was sat, but I did hear Izzy's glass fall to the floor and smash, and I did hear a muffled whisper, "Is it safe? Who else is here?"
CPOV
Okay so I'd expected a reaction, but not one that involved Izzy looking like she'd seen a ghost; well I guess she had thought me dead. But it was Izzy, nothing touched Izzy. "Izzy? Talk to me?" She continued to stare at me with a glazed over expression.
"Who is it Iz?" I heard Robert call from the other room, "Izzy?"
"It's- Not- Can't be- But- You're- You- Dead, Watched blade, blood?" She babbled confusedly.
"Izzy!" I hissed, "Is it safe!"
"There's no one here I don't trust." She replied. That was all the answer I needed. I trusted Isabelle, and I knew if she trusted someone, so could I. I walked passed her still dumbfounded in the doorway and made my way to the dining room. They were all sat at the table, and surprisingly looked well fed. That I hadn't expected.
"Clary?" Max exclaimed causing the person nearest me to whip his golden covered head around. Wait golden covered head, it couldn't be.
JPOV
It's not possible; I'm dreaming again, that's all. Just dreaming again.
I'm sorry it's not amazingly long, and I am soooooooooooooo sorry it took so long. Blame GCSE's, yes I'm in year 11 and took stupidly bitchy GCSE's for anyone who doesn't know what they are, basically just hard exams that take a lot of prep and basically determine what I do next in my life. So if my updates are delayed I'm sorry and it's just school getting on top of me, but I will try. Next update should be next week but you guys should feel privileged, this is the first story I updated in a while, so, enjoy. And PLEASE take the time to review it now I took the time to write, it doesn't take very long and it really makes my day, so PLEASE!
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