Standing between the two of them felt like an equal force crushing in on either side of my body. Simon's eyes had glazed over a dark unearthly shade than I had never seen on him before, while Jace's lit up like a child's at Christmas, complimenting the possessive smirk on his face in childish perfection.

This can't be good

The room didn't notice the standoff, but in my own little world time was standing still. With something that could only be described as gliding they were both instantly on either side of me. Jace's hands were crossed across his chest and his amusement was a huge challenging grin spread across his face, Simon seemed to be concentrating on low shallow breathing, even though he didn't need to breath- it seemed the rhythm of it was keeping him under control.

"C'mon Clary, it's time to go. There's something wrong about this place- I can feel it,"

I was pretty sure he had said something but almost thought it was 'someone' wrong with this place.

Simon grabbed a hold of my bare arm and began to lead me to the door or the entrance or the cloud area that we had beamed up in. It occurred to me that there was no visible way out, but Simon pulled me in the direction of a far wall.

"Wait Simon! I want to stay."

My pleading came from an unfamiliar voice; I didn't actually want to stay here- I was tired and wanted to go home and check on Luke, but yet the insistence that we not leave continued from my mouth.

"I love it here. I never want to leave."

Pulling away from his I resumed my carefree twirling; it felt like was like flying and at I wasn't entirely sure that I wasn't flying; I could no longer feel the floor.

"You need to leave now! The magic is affecting you. Don't you get it Clary? It's addictive?"

Simon gave a demanding tug on my arm and pulled me to him; firmly grasping hold of me with crushing hands; he had never been so forceful before, I knew he had it but feeling just a taste of his strength was frightening. The free and light feel of flying left me- he was right. The magic was addicting me to this place. I didn't want to leave it; looking around at the unnatural light that beamed in warm ever changing intervals from the different parts of the room; it was a million times better than any sunrise. And the music I had only just recently realized beat in the same pattern as my heart called to me, the tingle of magic that was once a beckoning itch on my fingertips now felt like an itchy wool blanket under my skin; burning and torturing me to be used.

In Simon's arms I watched the groups of people behind him; people that a not long ago I would have called silly fairytales. Drinks, food, jewelry, all appeared and disappeared within there circles without as much as a batting of eyes. One centaur had conjured a female, at least I think it was, to his side and I watched a perfectly human looking woman create a singing halo of small purple glittering birds to float around her head as petted them gently before popping one into her mouth.

Yes, the magic wanted me to use it and this was the place for it

"I don't want to leave...ever!"

Pulling away with all the strength I could muster caused Simon's pale fingers to leave large red welts across my upper arms that I knew would turn to bruises in the morning, but I was free.

"Clary" his tone was chilling this time, but I still turned to ignore him.

A low growl came from behind me as I turned my back on Simon; I wiggled my fingers ready to do whatever needed to be done for him to let me remain here. A warm arm slid over my shoulders and I gasped at the touch; anticipating a fight but getting a gentle comfort.

"You stay as long as you like Clary."

Jace's gold eyes sparkled at me and I remembered something that had seemed like it was centuries ago, but I remembered I was mad at him.

Why was I mad at him?

I desperately wanted to fight him; not by body but by.....my head hurt from thinking. Looking at his perfectly innocent looking face - I suddenly remembered.

"You... You...-"

The words wouldn't come out, but watching his smile fade as I sputtered, too angry and shocked to make any coherent sense told me that he knew what I was trying to say.

"Shit,"

I heard mumbled to himself as he shoved a hand through his hair, hanging his head down to avoid eye contact, confirming that he had actually done what I thought he'd done.

"You controlled me!"

There it was out, but I still felt like I wanted to explode inside. It had felt horrible like I was sitting in the corner while Jace had been making the Clary doll do whatever he wanted. I had seen the hurt in Simon's eyes when he had tried to -"

Oh God! He tried to.... And he asked me.....

My brain scrambled through the nights events trying to remember exactly what I had said to him.

"Look- it was just a bit of fun, just to ruffle the bloodsucker's feathers. No big deal."

"No big deal?" I shouted louder than I had intended causing more than a few heads to turn in our direction and draw Isabelle to my side.

"Clary?"

She tried to grab my shoulder but I shrugged her off and tried to calm down a bit with a breath, suddenly annoyed by the flimsy material wrapping around my legs. There was no way I could attempt to kick his ass in this stupid dress. I closed my eyes and opened them to feel the freedom and power of a shadow hunter's outfit; in fact it was a replica of Jace's outfit; only shinier and with Isabelle's heels.

Jace's eyes went wide and he tried desperately to look unaffected by what I was wearing, maybe it was my anger, but something was throwing him off.

"Jace what did you do to her? She looks ready to kill?" Isabelle threw at him accusingly.

"He took over my mind and made me his plaything."

For a moment Isabelle's red glossed mouth curved up at the sides, but she quickly wiped the amusement off her face and I realized maybe I should've chosen different words.

"He used me to bug Simon!"

"Ohhhhhhh!" she nodded, but I knew she was still eyeing Jace with the plaything comment.

Isabelle spun me around so I was face to face with her and smiled a menacing smile before whispering just loud enough only I could hear, "Clary you have more magic than you could ever dream of at your fingertips. Revenge is sweet."

And with that my fury melted away; swiftly replaced with something much sweeter and more satisfying; magical vindication!