Chapter 3: Stonger than you thought
"Wow," Jace laughed, "So how does he handle rejection?"
"Like an over privileged demonic five year old." Clarrisa smiled brightly.
"Hey let's skip the food. I think Alec and Isabelle are planning or deaths right now."
Clarrisa looed quizzically and wrote, "Why you?"
"Because I knew you before all this and for some reason they thin I knew Sebastian by extension." He explained, "Also they don't like me for not complaining about having you here. You seemed nice as a kid."
Clarrisa looked down to write her reply, but she'd turned the paper and wrote in between messages so much that it was all unintelligible. She wrote on her hand and showed him with a smile, "Let's go back then."
They walked out of the restraint and down the street for a while until she stopped him. She glared at him and pointed to the cars. "Sorry, I thought we'd get home faster by subway. It's impossible to get a taxi at this time." She rolled her pretty green eyes.
Ace started to walk them through a less densely populate area where the buildings open up to form black alley ways. Clarrisa noted out of the corner of her eye someone coming out of one of these allies while Jace was talking. She wasn't really listening. The thing saw seemed fairly quick. She heard a foot step just a little too close. She turned on her heels and threw a knife. A shrill cry went up into the night. Jace swear and took out a seraph blade but the demon was already dead. Clarrisa walked over to the demon and crouched down. She stared down at it until she saw that she wanted. She moved her hand to grab it, but Jace pulled her up. "Hey, you probably shouldn't do that." She shh-ed him. She crouched down and picked up her knife.
"Where did you find that?" Jace grabbed her wrist and took the knife. She stared at him with blatant irritation. Jace sighed and lowered the knife, "Sorry, you can't speak. Almost forgot."
Clarrisa smiled brightly. She had a very nice idea. In a smooth, easy motion she snatched the knife out of Jace's hand and took off running down the street. She managed to lose him in a fairly short amount of time. She was mildly disappointed. Maybe she missed his company or maybe because she thought she was faster.
Jace returned to the institute having given up on finding Clarrisa. He went to Alec's room to ask to help him search for her. He said something along the lines of not want Isabelle that angry at him right now. Jace sucked up his pride and asked Isabelle thinking if he could get her, he would be able to get Alec to help too. Her response was something along the lines of hope she gets run over. And mugged. And attacked again. He went back out again for a few hours, but returned home empty handed.
Jace walked into the dining room the next morning to find Clarrisa sitting ideally poking at her food. She pulled a dry erase board with 'Hi' written on it off her lap.
Jace pinched the bridge of his nose. "How the hell did you even get in here!"
Under her 'Hi' she wrote 'I saw you do it. It was a little more difficult though. Did you know the angel takes paper notes? Sit down."
He grabbed her wrist, "Hand me the knife." She slipped the knife delicately from the sleeve of her shirt and laid it gentle on the table. She wrote, 'Good Eye' on her board.
Jace examined it. "This isn't the one from last night."
'Found armory. Very nice, by the way.' She wrote out.
"Fine, whatever, we've established that you're crazy as all hell. Where do insane people like yourself go all night?''
'Just trying to find my old friend, Magnus Bane. You should know him.' She wrote in her small delicate handwriting.