AN: Fourth Chapter, wow! These things just keep on coming! I apologize early for the ending of this chapter! I would also like to thank my Betas! I know, it's plural now! bifflybooo and pannellee! you guys are always here when I need you to be! with out them, this chapter would not be up. AT ALL!

Anyway, read on!

CPOV

As soon as she said my mothers name I froze. I didn't think my mom was ever in Idris, let alone anyone remembering her after 16 years. I haven't spoken to a soul about my mother since she died and I really don't want to get into that conversation now. I'm not ready for it just yet. I can't let anyone else into my life because, as Valentine said, to love is to destroy. My mother died because I loved her and I refuse to put that curse on anyone else. The moment of silence stays strong between all of us until, thankfully, Jace broke it.

"Her name is Clary Fairchild, not Jocelyn. This is Max's new friend and I'm assuming, by the look on your faces, that you know who she is. So why don't you enlighten the rest of us who are clueless?" I stay stubbornly silent, refusing to bring anyone into my problems.

"Clary Fairchild?" Maryse tests my name out, properly deciding whether to trust me or not. "Jocelyn is your mother isn't she? I haven't spoken to her in years. How is she?" before she could continue bombarding me with questions, I decided to, finally, tell her what she wanted to hear.

"Yes, she was my mother."

"Was?" The smile on her face seemed to drop. "It was him wasn't it? He turned you against your own mother. But you used her maiden name, that must mean something."

"No, it wasn't anything he did. She brought it on herself. She died twelve years ago or more accurately, killed herself twelve years ago. And yes, I am using her name because I didn't want anyone to recognise me, I guess that didn't work." Everyone stared at me in shock. I thought it would be better to leave this house of staring shadow hunters. Maybe it was a mistake trying to run away. Sebastian is properly looking for me right now and my only chance is to go willingly. As I pass the photo if my parents on the wall, I pull it down from the wall and throw it against the opposite side of the house. It smashed and I lean down, pick up the picture and ripped it in half. I leave one half behind and take the other with me.

JPOV

Her mother is dead. Well at least we have one thing we have in common now. I watch her red curls bounce as she gracefully walks out the room, showing no emotions. And what did Maryse mean by 'him'? Who has such control over this beautiful red head that makes even Maryse scared?

I'm shaken from my worried thoughts as I hear the sound of glass breaking. Izzy stares at me, I almost forgot she was there because all of my attention was on Clary. Alec looks lost, he doesn't know what to do to help Clary so instead he walks up to his room, intending on taking his little brother to bed. I guess it is up to me to attend to the distraught girl.

I walk out of the room to catch up with Clary but she had already left. The picture she was looking at earlier was broken on the floor. I look down and half of the photo from earlier was still buried underneath the glass.

I pick up the half of the photo. In the photo was a man, a tall man with pale hair and dark eyes. He was looking at something but I didn't know what. This must be the 'him' that Maryse was talking about. I turn the photo around and see there was writing on the back.

"lyn

d

entine"

I have to help her. I have to find her before she does something incredibly stupid. I need to find out about her past; maybe it could help me to understand her more! I really truly hope I can help her.

I run out of the house, intending to catch up to Clary. I see her walking down the road; determination was obvious in her stride. And, judging by the limp in her right let, she had been walking a long time to get here and we just shot her down. She looks pretty skinny as well, properly from lack of eating while traveling. She needed help and I was going to give it to her.

"Clary, come back here now or I will have to jump on your back."

She turned around then, a cold look in her eye. "If you even try I will grab the blade positioned by my hip and stab it through your heart." She replied, always keeping eye contact. I'm not entirely sure I could call her bluff.

"Oh, come on girly. By going through with your vile thoughts you would rob everyone of the privilege of me." My voice was dripping was sarcasm, though I don't think Clary got the joke.

"Just stay away from me or your pretty little face will be scared forever."

"You think my face is little and pretty? Pretty I agree with but small? Really?" She glares at me one last time before turning around and walking away. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please just come back, you're weak from lack of food. You need something to eat."

"I can just grab something when I go home with my brother." She says, voice wavering slightly and I knew instantly that she didn't want to go to her brother, even if she says she does.

"You can have something now and something later. Come on, just come back." At this point I take the risk of walking towards her, maybe in the hopes of being able to hold her while she tells me all of her problems. I see a flicker of sadness cross over her emotionless eyes but it quickly disappears. Just at the moment I am about to reach her, something sharp cuts across my arm and blood immediately pours out. For a second I believe that Clary was, if only partially, true to her work, but when I look up at her, she is staring at my arm in shock.

Who did this? My eyes leave her face for a moment and I see a man on his horse come out of the shadows. He is professionally mounted on his horse. So well in fact, I could tell, just by looking at him, that he is a trained rider. The rider has a strange air about him. His hair is a pale blonde, and his eyes a very dark brown, like those from the picture Clary left behind. I could tell just from the bone structure that this man was related to the beautiful red head that has, I have only noticed, moved slightly closer to me. Whether it was intentional or not, it was reassuring to have her closer to me with this stranger around. I hear Clary gasp and I look back to her face to try and figure out who the mystery man was.

I'm about to turn on him for cutting my arm when he says the most shocking thing.

"Do not touch my little sister or I will kill you. In fact, I might just do it anyway because of the way you looked at her"

AN: I did apologize in advance! sorry for the ending and I will update soon!

Until next time

-LiviaQuinney xx