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It was cold. No, it was freezing. Emma went to pull up the single blanket with her left hand, but froze as pain sawed up it at the movement. So instead she just stayed still and took in her surroundings. It was dark in the room, Emma was lying on her side facing the wall so couldn't see anything anyway. The pathetic excuse for a blanket did nothing to keep out the cold, the only warmth coming from behind her back and the mattress under her.
Emma's sleep filled mind slowly added up the slope in the mattress with the radiating heat behind her. The demon boy was sleeping in the same bed as her?
Instantly her brain switched into planing mode. Was he actually asleep, or just using her body heat to keep warm? If he was actually asleep it would be so easy to over power him and then call for help. But what if he was just lying there plotting more evil things to do? What if he noticed her awake and decided to rape her? It wasn't like she could hold him off with her broken wrist. She shuddered at the thought, then instantly regretted it as it brought her into contact with the hard body behind her. There was no responding movement from behind her, but she still stayed frozen just in case.
The cold was still dauntingly pressing in on her, and despite her efforts to stop it, she sneezed. And again, and again, and again.
"Can't you just stop being annoying and go to sleep?"
Jonathan had been in a very bad mood since ringing his father. How exactly was it his fault for getting caught? Ok, he had got himself drunk, but that was only because he'd been pissed at his Father in the first place. He looked around for something else to brake in the room, having already used the plate and jug. Why was everything always his fault? His Father kept saying how he would become the greatest ever shadowhunter, yet nothing he did ever impressed Valentine. It was always, "You could do so much better." Then if he didn't come up to standard for anything there would always be repercussions.
Jonathan ground his teeth together at the thought of what his father had said would be waiting for him when he returned. No, he wasn't afraid of it, being scared of pain was a weakness, and all weaknesses had already been beaten out of him. But he was annoyed, seriously annoyed, at having to obey someone who was weaker than himself.
Jonathan looked across the room at the sleeping form on his bed. Considering how much she'd held him up it was amazing really that she'd only come out of it with a broken wrist, he thought. Though he'd been practically feeding off her fear so maybe that was why. Inflicting misery and pain on to others was always satisfying for him, as if it was off loading some of the burdens he had to carry every day.
Valentine had not asked how he had called him, and Jonathan had not told him about his little prisoner. He quite liked how fiery and brave she was, coupled with her skill as she'd tried to fend him off. No, if he had told his Father, Valentine would want him to bring the girl to him, and she would cease to behis. He wondered what he should do with her once he got out. Maybe keep her runed in in an abandoned house somewhere? But what if his Father found out about her like he did with the stray dog all those years ago? Jonathan clenched his fists at the memory of what his Father had made him do to his only pet. Valentine had kept going on about how to love is to destroy, but did he seriously not realise that he, Jonathan, would certainly not fall in love with a dog. It had just been nice to have something that would actually look happy to see him.
Jonathan looked over at the girl again as she let out a whimper in her sleep. What to do with her... Of course he could just leave her here at the institute, then when he had time, come and 'visit' her. Yes, that seemed like the best option. And if he made her swear on the Angel that she wouldn't tell any one about meeting him, just pretend she'd gone to bed like they all would have thought, then they wouldn't put any extra security around her.
It was starting to get cold like it had the other night, and he noticed Emma shudder again. Almost instinctively he made his way over to the bed and lay down beside her. She wasn't really giving off much heat, so he didn't bother getting too close, it was for hisbenefit, not hers, after all. She kept giving out little whimpers of pain that totally annoyed him. The thought crossed his mind several times about just dumping her out of the bed and letting her snivel in a corner far away from him. But it seemed like too much effort.
He could tell when she woke up suddenly, from what he didn't know. For a few moments she was relaxed beside him, then her shoulders stiffened as she registered his presence. He lay still, even when she unintentionally bumped against him, but when she started to have a continuous sneezing fit he couldn't take it any more.
Jonathan's voice was practically a growl in Emma's ear, and her body started shivering more with out her control. she tried to keep her body still but that just seemed to make it worse. When the demon boy made an irritated noise and shifted slightly, she gibbered out, "I'm just cold!" It was a half truth; the sneezing was from the cold, the shaking wasn't.
Jonathan made another irritated noise then rolled forward so he was on top of her. The movement sent another wave of pain up through her wrist as she was sandwiched between the bed and demon boy. If she was in a relaxed state she would have noticed that it was a lot warmer now. But she was not in a relaxed state.
The uncontrollable shaking had stopped as she was now a petrified statue. The blonde didn't make a move on her, and after a time she did relax, not enough to fall back to sleep, but she was resting.
Just before dawn there came a knocking sound and Emma instantly thought of her brother coming to save her. Jonathan was off her and standing by the window in an instant. It was only then that Emma noticed the source of the noise was actually a bird outside the window rather than someone coming into the room. She sat up, slowly to reduce the dizziness in her head, just as Jonathan slid open the window to allow the raven to fly in. It had something attached to its legs; a long thin parcel, that Jonathan unwrapped to revel a stele.
"No!" Emma shouted, jumping forwards off the bed. In a flash there was a hand over her mouth and another squeezing her throat. In her moment of panic she'd forgotten about keeping silent.
Jonathan held her there for a few minutes concentrating all his sensors to detect any disturbance in the institute. After being absolutely certain nobody had heard the silly little girls scream he released her and started applying runes to himself. "Arrant you lucky nobody heard you?" Jonathan sneered at the trembling little shadowhunter. He grabbed her arm, tight enough to entice a whimper out, and drew on a silencing rune so that they could walk about with out being heard. Keeping a firm grip on her arm he dragged her over to the door, quickly disabling the locking rune, and pulled her out into the institute's corridor. "I'll escort you to your room before I leave, just lead the way." He gestured for Emma to continue. Her frightened expression changed to one of confusion and possibly relief. Did she think that he was going to take her with him? Well that had been on the cards, and he hadn't said otherwise he supposed.
The girl stopped outside a door, and after a little nudge, opened it and went in. Her room was identical to the layout of his cell Jonathan saw, only hers had books and clothes strewn out across the floor and posters of various pop bands on the walls.
Jonathan turned to the girl and quietly said, "Now, just for your own protection from the clave, I want you to swear on the Angel that you wont tell anyone anything about tonight, and if anyone asks, you'll say you went straight up here to your room last night, Ok?" He saw that she looked very suspicious, and sure enough she started to argue.
"No, I-"
Jonathan interrupted her by saying, "Either swear on the Angel or I'll make a detour to the infirmary on my way out and finish what I started with that black haired shadowhunter."
Emma swore on the Angel.
"Good. And you might want to apply a stamina rune so you don't appear so tired." Jonathan said, then added as an after thought, "and you'll probably want this..." He reached for her wrist, and more gently than Emma would have thought possible, turned it over and put an iratze on the inside of it. He then leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before turning and exiting the room.
