"Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up."-Tris Prior, Divergent By Veronica Roth

Like opening up a vein of something unknown inside her body, something bitterer and sweeter than blood. That's what kissing Jace was like. To be honest, Clary missed it. A lot. She sniffed and swiped her hand under her eyes a third time, letting herself pretend, for just a second, that because they were regular salty tears running down her cheeks, that she was just the same old Clary. The Clary that had once climed up on the roof of Simon's house just to get his Hulk action figure out of the satilite dish. The same Clary who'd scetch in the little corners of her notes from class in the little white space that was free of lines. "Isabelle, have you seen Clary?"

Clary froze. She heard the scraping of a chair against the floor in the library below, and then a loud sigh. "No, why? Is she okay? Did she wake up? Is she-"

"Izzy. do you know where she is?"

The was a moment of tense silence, and Clary feared they had seen her. She held her breath, every muscle in her body clenched tightly together, not daring to move in case they saw her. She could'nt let them.

"No."

Clary shifted, bumping into a stack of books in the process, causing one of the ancient leather bound books to fall off of the cast iron landing and onto the marble tiled floor below. Clary stiffled a gasp with her hand, placing both against her mouth. Both Jace and Isabelle's head's snapped up.

"Clary?" Oh no.

There were pounding footsteps that rattled the staircase, and then Jace was there. Clary tried to disappear into the bookcase. She really wished she could, but that obviously wasn't going to happen.

Of course, he spotted her instantly. "Clary. Clarissa, look at me."

She really hated when he called her that.

Hey, Sis, wanna see a trick?

Clary suddenly felt a pull forward, one so strong she couldn't evven think about resisting. She stepped forward, and it was just the tips of his fingers against her amrm that made her world explode into awareness. She was aware of the rough skin on Jace's palm, and on the pads of his fingers from years of fighting and handling weapons. Every hair on her arm rose, the cold of the library brushing across her skin in soft, chilled waves. And with all that awareness, came need. Because she was aware of just how close their bodies were, of how Jace's hot breath caressed her every nerve with warmth, the way he towered over her, caging her in with his body, sheilding her from any potential danger without realizing it. "Clary, your eyes." Jace said, cupping her cheek with his other hand and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"I know. They're hideous." She spat, the phrase so full of venom it stung coming out of her mouth.

"No. They're green."

"What?" She gasped.

Jace nodded, brushing his thumb over the curve of her cheekbone. Clary dug through the piles of artifacts, and, mostly, junk, and dug out a cracked shard of a mirror.

Her eyes. They were green. They looked normal.

Ta-Da.

it then occured to her that Jace had touched her, not once, but many times today. She was immune to the Heavenly Fire.

"It's the angel blood. It contradicts the demon blood, and vise versa." Clary whirrled around, clutching the shard in her hand. "Where did you-How did you-"

"One question at a time, shortcake. Did you even listen to what I just said?"

"What does it mean?"

"It means that your invensible, Clarissa. With your help, we can restore the world to what it should be."

"Ashes?" She barked. Being with Sebastian sparked this kind of anger in her that turned, and turned, making her blood boil.

"Funny. Now, I'm going to have to let you go." He said, rolling his eyes. "Lover boy is trying to talk to you." The darkness around them, swirling away like water going down a drain. "Remember my offer, Clary." Sebastian called, befor ewashing away with the darkness, down the drain.

"I know where he is." Clary said, turning to Jace.

"Who?"

"Sebastian."

"Well, where is he?"

"He-" She started, but then her eyes widened, the green replacing again with black. "NO!" She screamed, but it was cut off.

Then the shard of mirror clinked to the ground where Clary had stood, shattering into ash.