"And how are you sure I'm your father?" He asked raising his chin up defiantly and in disbelief.
"The same way you know that I am your daughter." I countered.
"Does anybody know you are here?" He asked.
I shook my head no and pointed at the untraceable ruin on my arm.
"Worst case scenario I take you to Alicante tomorrow." He stated and turned to walk back towards the cottage.
This time the wards stopped shimmering and I ran quickly trying to catch up while pulling my bag back on. I followed father across the extensive lawns and to a house that matched Luke's description. Once we got closer it was easily bigger than the farmhouse Luke had upstate. And apparently this was a cottage by Idris' standards. I sighed knowing my older brother was inside and that I made it this far.
"Stay here until I come back." My father said sternly once we entered the foyer of the house.
I nodded silently in response while he went to the other room. He told Jonathan that he had company and that he needed to go to his room. I heard heavy footsteps as if in anger make their way up to the next floor. Father reappeared and led me to the kitchen. He filled a kettle with water and moved it to the stove. He didn't invite me to sit so I stayed standing there. Knowing how Jace and Jonathan were I stood still and tried not to fidget. He seemed slightly shocked and impressed when he saw me still standing there.
"Take your bag off and have a seat." He said patting the table next to him. I sat at a chair on the long side of the table near the head. I wondered where Jonathan normally sat as I waited for him to join me. He was moving back and forth grabbing various items. I stared at the markings on the table. Fingernail marks.
"Well. While you look like Jocelyn and me, I'm finding it hard to believe you are her child. She would have opened her mouth way before now." He said smiling as he put a tea setting down, tea bags, sugar, and a serving of pastries down. "But, that hair says otherwise."
"I'm waiting for you." I said simply.
My father smiled at me when he asked how many lumps of sugar I wanted. I waited until he was done serving and the tea bags were seeping before I chanced eye contact again.
"So, you obviously know my name. How about you put us on level footing?" He said charmingly.
"Clarissa Morgenstern. I go by Clary though." I said smiling back. "My mother had us going by a different surname though."
"Then pray tell me darling Clarissa how did you come to be here? And more importantly, why?" He continued.
"If you don't want me here I understand. I will leave right now if you wish." I said nonchalantly as I dipped my tea bag a few times to get it to darken more quickly.
My father sighed deeply. I didn't want to use up all his patience so quickly so I began talking before he could.
"I feel my brother. Here." I said pointing to my heart. "I knew he existed even though my mother never told me. When I found a box with some blonde hair, booties, and a little brush in a box I knew. So I traced it here. I knew where my brother was I would find you too. I had to come."
"Why?" He asked calmly as he sipped his tea.
"You're my father." I said just as calmly. "Families are supposed to stick together. And after she tried to have my mind wiped by some warlock I knew this is where I am supposed to be."
I put my tea cup down and began munching on the Danish. Pure bliss after eating only granola today. I sat in silencing finishing the treat while I saw the cogs moving in his mind. I saw the look Luke was talking about. 'Huh. It is intense.' I thought.
"Where does your mother live?" He asked.
"New York." I said before I finished off my tea.
He leaned forward and refilled my cup and placed a fresh tea bag in.
"Who was the warlock?" He asked again.
I tried remembering another warlock, but all I remembered was the ones I saw at Magnus' parties. "Black hooded cloak pulled down past their face. I was frozen while they tried." I said asking silently if I could have another Danish. He waved his hand as he leaned back in his chair.
"And it didn't work?" He asked quietly.
"Nope." I said smugly.
"Why?" He asked. I think it was more to himself than anything, but I still answered.
"You know why." I said taking another bite.
"The angel blood." He said. "For her depression. She was pregnant." He exhaled loudly.
There was no point for me to answer so I finished off the pastry in silence. I started my second cup of tea before he spoke again.
"What do you want from me?" He asked. "You came here with a purpose."
"I want to be with my brother and my father. I don't want my mind wiped. I don't want to pretend to be a mundane. I want to be who I am." I said a bit heatedly.
"And who is that Clarissa?" He asked intrigued.
"A shadowhunter." I stated.
"Then a shadowhunter you shall be, but where to put you?" He murmured to himself.
"With my brother." I said firmly.
"You seem quite determined on that I will give you. But, there is another one." He said looking at me.
"Yes, the Herondale boy. I feel him as well. The same blood runs through us after all." I said steadily. "I will do as you say without argument, but I want to be with my brother. And please, don't lessen my bond with him by pretending to be the other's sister too."
"Fine. But, as you are living under my house you will follow my rules. Being a good shadowhunter takes lots of work, practice, and time. I can't have a silly little girl getting in the way. Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem with you. I see a lot of myself in you." He said grinning at the end.
The cogs behind his eyes were moving at full speed. Without a word he got up and moved up the back staircase in the corner. Since he didn't tell me to follow I stayed and finished off my tea. A few minutes later footsteps were heard coming back down. Jonathan stopped short at the bottom of the stairs while our father sat back down at the head of the table.
"Have a seat Jonathan and stop staring. It's rude." He commanded.
Wordlessly Jonathan took the seat opposite of me. "Jonathan this is Clary, your sister. She has traveled a long way to find us, but more specifically, you." He said.
I smiled slightly while he examined me. "My sister." He breathed out slowly.
"Yes, your sister." Father said grinning as if pleased by his response. "She left her mother and wants to live and train with us. What do you think?"
"My sister should be with us." He said simply not breaking eye contact.
I stared back still smiling slightly. All I could think about was seeing the green eyed boy. I saw more of him here than I ever did in Sebastian. I remembered bits and pieces of him before he died the first time. I think I saw what Ithuriel meant by before the ascent into manhood. This was just a boy, my brother, but with black eyes with a silver ring instead of green. He was still in there somewhere.
Our father eyed us with interest before he looked at his pocket watch. "It is late. Tsk tsk. Come Clarissa. I'll show you to your room." He said before he stood. I grabbed my bag and followed him up the stairs. My brother went into a room across the hall instead of following us in.
"Please show me what you have so I can see what needs to be procured for you." He said with purpose.
Without argument I emptied the entirety of my bag onto the bed. Luke's steele was the first thing he grabbed.
"How did you come by this?" He demanded.
"Lucian is friends with mom. When he found out I snuck hers away he gave me mine. He also drew this map for me. Once I told him what I was going to do." I stated the truth.
"And he didn't try to stop you?" He asked in disbelief. "I take it he wanted your mother to himself then." He snorted.
"He told me you were his parabatai. Parabatai watch each other's back. He didn't agree with mom trying to wipe my mind, or you not knowing you had a daughter. He said regardless of the bond breaking he made an oath." I said defensively.
"Lucian was always loyal to a fault." My father murmured to himself while nodding. "Did you see a kindjal?" He asked distractedly.
"Yes, I got to use it during a few of our sessions." I stated to his raised eye brows.
"Huh. Is this all the clothes you have?" He asked changing the subject.
"Yes. I brought enough that wouldn't slow me down." I answered looking at my ruins. I would have to renew the untraceable before I went to sleep. He saw me looking at it and picked up Luke's steele and handed it to me.
"It appears it would be in our best interest for you to keep it for now." He said softly. "I'll go grab some of Jonathan's pajamas for the night. Give me a moment."
While I waited I renewed my untraceable ruin and put the steele in the nightstand.
He gave me a set of black silk pajamas and showed me to the in suite bathroom to bathe. He waited on the toilet for me and then patted me down with a towel that smelled of sandalwood. It brought forth memories of Magnus and Alec together. He helped dress me and then brushed and braided my hair gently. I was led back to my room. As I grabbed a pair of my socks to put on he put my few belongings in one of the drawers. He then turned and hung the fighting gear in the wardrobe.
I pulled back the blankets and he pulled them over me and kissed my forehead.
"I never dreamt of this, but I am very glad you are here with us Clarissa." He whispered before he turned the light off and closed the door softly.
I couldn't of been asleep too long when the door opened and Jonathan walked almost silently into the room. My breath hitched and he knew I was aware of him.
"Hello Jonathan." I whispered.
"Are you really my sister?" He questioned harshly.
"Yes." I said scooting over in my bed. He climbed in and leaned his back against the headboard. I reached out and took his hand before I went back to sleep.
"My sister." Jonathan whispered to the room not knowing that their father was glamoured in the corner watching it all.
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