[One year later.]
After a year of college, and some admittedly close calls with some particularly nasty demons, all six of us came to the conclusion that we'd had enough.
"Come to bed and cuddle me. I'm cold without you." Jace sleepily calls from our bed.
I flush the toilet and rinse out my mouth before returning to our bedroom, bathed in the light of an early Summer morning. Snuggling against his sleeping form, I sigh deeply, losing myself in him. Instinctively he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close still, pressing a sleepy kiss to the crown of my head. We don't get many morning to just be us anymore.
New York is seeing one of its busiest years, demon wise. Something has been attracting them here and despite all of our best efforts, we still don't know who or what that is. Isabelle is about to lose her mind between all the researching and fighting she's been doing all Spring. Fortunately for her, Izzy's dating a vampire who more than willingly lets her… "strengthen" herself. But still, we don't know how much longer she can keep this up without collapsing. She's only Shadowhunter. Haha.
Jace and I have been travelling between New York City, London, and Idris for the past two months. Rarely are we at the same institute at the same time. I miss him and I don't sleep as well when he's not there. This is the first time in two weeks that not only are we in the same place, our home, at the same time, but neither of us have anywhere to be for a whole two days.
With tangled feet catching the morning sunlight, I fall back to sleep.
[One week later]
"I had that dream again." I tell Izzy as we sit inconspicuously outside and sip coffee, waiting for a demonic attack to occur. It's just another Thursday morning for us.
"Which one? The one where you and Jace get ahold of my dirty things?"
"God, Iz. No. The other one." I blush ten shades of red at the mere thought of the dream she just described.
"Um, I don't remember any others. Tell me again?" She innocently looks up at me, coffee midway to her mouth.
"Fine. Jace and I have a child. She's so beautiful, but I can never get to her. She's always moving away from me until I can't see her anymore. I wake up screaming. This has to be the tenth time I've had this dream. She always looks the same. Beautiful golden eyes with firey red curls. It's like we're underwater or something because everything's blue." I shudder, remembering the terror I felt, watching my daughter slip away from me before I can even hear her voice.
"Weird. Maybe it's a sign." Isabelle jokes, making dramatic hand gestures to imply that she's a psychic.
"Oh, please. I think it's just the stress of everything going on, and not seeing Jace. I don't know." I say, thoughtfully staring into my coffee.
"I'd tell Magnus about these dreams, Clare Bear." Izzy suggests. "I mean, if nothing else, he has the ability to keep them from happening anymore. Have you told Jace?" Isabelle looks around, sensing danger.
"No. He worries about me enough. No need for him to think I'm going crazy." I chuckle half-heartedly.
Our conversation is cut short by a rather slimy purple demon. Again, typical Thursday.
[The Next Day]
"Clary, I'm glad you came to me. They're not just dreams." Magnus exclaims solumnly.
"Okay, what are they?" I nervously ask the warlock.
"They're a premonition. Basically, your subconcious is telling you about an event that's going to happen. And from what I saw in your head, it's going to happen before the year's end." Magnus tells me, a sympathetic look in his eyes that puts my hairs on end.
"Is there any way of telling when? A week? A month? How can I lose a daughter that I don't even have? Help me, Magnus." I plead.
"I'm sorry Clary, but there's no way for me to be able to tell you anything more."
"Maybe it's not my daughter. Maybe it's a little girl I'm trying to save? And I fail?" I try to reason.
"Only time will tell."
That night the dreams don't come back, but something far more concerning begins happening.
