"Give it back," she whispered, "Give it back."

"Give what back Clary?" I asked, confused.

"My heart, Jace. Give it back... Before you break it again."

JPOV

"Listen, Jocelyn, this is the only way," I said for the fifth time in five minutes, "you think I want to send her to him? No, I don't, but I don't want her to die." I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated and exhausted.

The last few days had been filled with making plans and reading up on precautions to visiting Paolini. They had been about ready to leave when Jocelyn showed up, fuming. Demanding to know what we were going to do with her daughter and refusing to send her to Paolini.

Maryse had tried, Luke had tried, even Tomas had tried to get her to see the truth. Her daughter would die if she said no. She was in denial and angry, angrier than I had ever seen her. Take a guess at who she was angry at? Yeah, that's right. Me.

"Well, Jace, the only reason she is in this situation is because of you. She only started acting out and becoming reckless after you broke her heart. I knew you were no good for her and you still aren't. Sending her to Paolini! Jesus, what are you people thinking?"

"Jocelyn," Luke said quietly, his hand on her shoulder. He turned her around so she faced him and pulled her to his chest. The moment he did she broke down, sobbing into his shirt. Clutching at it, fisting it in her hands, pulling it as if she could show a minuscule part of the agony she felt. Clary was on her death bed and her cure might just kill her. Her baby might die and that thought tore at her.

"It's okay, baby," Luke whispered, "We'll get her fixed. I promise." Luke had a glint in his eyes and I could see that this hurt him as much as it hurt Jocelyn. This was his daughter too.

Jocelyn took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She turned around slowly, her image making my heart pull. She looked just like Clary, with a darker shade of red hair and an older complexion. "Okay," she whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, not saying a word as I nodded and walked out before she could change her mind. Her words had hurt me, it was the truth but it hurt me none the less. Especially after hearing Clary two days ago, mumbling in her sleep. She said she had wanted her heart back. But what about mine? I had thought.

"Well, Jace? What did she say? You look as if you've seen a ghost. Was it a no?" Simon asked, concern laced his voice.

I shook my head, "She said, yes." I heard a sharp intake of breath and saw Simon, his face full of shock.

"How'd you get her to say yes?" he asked, the accusation clear in his voice.

"What? Doubting my persuasive skills, Lewis?" I asked, my voice full of sarcasm.

He just shook his head muttering something that sounded like, "jerk asshat" before loping gracefully ahead to inform everyone in the kitchen. When I walked in the door Tomas and Maryse were already barking out orders.

"Jace, I need you to get Clary, you'll portal with her," Tomas said, once he stopped me through the organized chaos. I nodded and walked out to the Infirmary.

"Okay Jace, you have to hold her and think about the St Mary asylum. Make sure you're holding her tightly so you don't not loose her in the portal. Also, be careful when you land, it could hurt," Magnus said, getting on my nerves.

"Yes Magnus, I'm not 5, I do know what to do," I said, sighing. God, he was annoying.

"Okay, okay Jace," he closed his eyes and blue sparks flew from his fingers, a purple portal opened. "Go." I jumped through, Clary limp and light in my arms.

CPOV

I could hear everyone talking, talking about me and someone called Paolini. Magnus was saying something about how I needed to go soon or else I was going to die. Yeah, imagine hearing you are going to die.

The worst part was yet to come. I was fine. At least ,I felt fine, I felt good, better than I had in a long time. But I couldn't move, talk or see, I could only hear.

I heard my mother screeching, Jace whispering, Magnus yelling, Maryse screaming. It was almost a sensory overload, except I only had one sense. I had gotten my hearing back about a day after the attack. I had lost my inner schedule so I assumed it was a day afterwards. I couldn't remember a single detail of the attack, or even what had happened before it. My memory lasted until going into Jace's room and seeing him and Gabriella. Yeah, not the greatest place for my memory to end.

Weirdly, Jace was always with me, holding my hands, caressing my cheeks. At first I wanted to scream, scratch him, push him away. How dare he think that just because I was unconscious he could pretend like he still loved me? He lost that right a month ago.

Yet at the same time, I loved his touch, the warmth and calm it bought me. I yearned for every second he wasn't with me. I was disgusted at my need, my addiction but my body didn't care. Then I realised. No one could hear me feel. No one could hear my need. I could enjoy it until I woke up and had to go back to hating him. I could enjoy it for now.

I knew this would just hurt me, make me break down my walls and then get hurt putting them back up, but I couldn't resist it, I couldn't resist him. I hated that he had that effect on me!

I was in Jace's arms, enjoying the feeling of bliss and warmth when I heard Magnus mention a portal. A portal to St Mary Asylum! Why were they taking me to an asylum? I was supposed to go to a Warlock that would fix me, set me right so that I could be alive. What was happening? I couldn't help but breath faster, my heart rate increased. Again, I thought...What was happening?

JPOV

I landed with a thud on the dead brown grass outside St Mary Asylum. Clary was so light that it didn't affect my travels at all. Except, just before we left, I had felt her heart rate pick up and her breathing increase. Maybe she was in pain or the unknown substance was killing her.

I rushed towards the entrance, not caring that the others were coming one by one. I could hear Maryse calling my name. I felt an arm touch mine. I glanced up and looked at Ash.

"Jace, wait. You have to wait for my Dad."

I snorted, "I don't need to wait for anyone, we just need to get in there, get the substance out of her and get out. Simple."

"Nothing's simple. You should know that."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, where is your Dad?" I looked behind Ash to see Tomas arrive through the Portal and look wildly around for me.

"Over here!" I called, getting looks from the nurses running around.

"Good, Jace, let me do all the talking, you stay here with Ash. Everyone else is going to wait outside. Okay boys?" Tomas asked, looking at me and Ash warily.

We nodded.

We had been waiting for 2 hours now, Tomas was talking to some doctor who was nodding and got him to fill out some forms. I couldn't help but feel restless. Come on! I thought. We just need to get Paolini to get rid of this thing and we can go on with our lives.

I began to get very impatient. I was tapping my foot, rocking Clary close to me and drawing circles over her shoulder. Ash kept looking at me, opening his mouth and then closing it.

I sighed, finally getting irritated with him, "What is it Ash, just say it or are you training to become a fish?"

"Well..." He started slowly.

I raised my eyebrows, "What?"

"Can I hold her?" he asked, his voice shaking, clearly nervous.

I glared at him, no way was I letting him hold her, my Clary. The last time I had left her with him she was attacked by a demon. I was about to open my mouth, to tell him to go to hell, when Tomas came back.

"Well?" I asked, even more impatient.

Tomas sighed, running a hand over his haggard face, "Paolini will look at her, only the doctor is allowed to go in to room with her."

"What!" I cried, only the doctor, "How are we supposed to look after her if we can't be with her!"

Tomas sighed again, "I know Jace, but those were his conditions, plus the doctors can take care of him and Clary."

I sighed into my seat hugging Clary protectively against me knowing there was nothing I could do. I nodded, I gave Clary a chaste kiss and nuzzled my face into her neck, "Come back," I whispered.

A nurse had come out with a gurney and I laid Clary down on it taking in her gaunt face, pale skin and the dark shadows under her eyes. Her flaming red hair was the only sign that she was still Clary.

CPOV

Great! Now my hearing was fading, all I heard was Ash asking if he could hold me and then poof! Silence! I didn't take that as a good sign but it was good for the world to be quiet, just me and my thoughts.

I was trying hard to remember the attack, the demon that caused my injuries. It wasn't a normal demon for sure. I had to find out what kind it was before it hurt other people. Imagine a demon that can poison you with its touch, a poison no ordinary warlock can cure. Yeah... Major problem.

Amidst my troubled thoughts I felt something. At first, I thought I was dreaming, if that was possible. The feeling was so soft and light that I couldn't focus on it, but I couldn't forget it either.

The feeling grew, it was warmth. It travelled from my head to my neck and down my body. I felt myself shiver from the heat. I could almost visualize it as a blue light, filling my vision and clearing my body of the toxin. The heat grew, it became a comfortable fire that kept me warm. But it kept growing, it kept heating and soon it became unbearable.

I felt like I was on fire now. The heat burnt my skin, melted my bones and boiled my blood. I had to escape it, yet, I couldn't! I couldn't move, I was frozen in this sun, frozen in this burning state.

This is it, I thought, this is the end. I was going to heaven, to Raziel. The substance that the demon had injected into me had taken control. It had been trying to kill me and it had succeeded. I accepted my fate, this was how it would be. At least I would have died in battle...

Then, all of a sudden, the heat was gone. I gasped at the relief. I could feel a cold steel table underneath my body. I took another deep breath and the cool air calmed my scorched throat. Then I realised...

I was awake.

I opened my eyes slowly, expecting pain, but received none. I looked up and was met with five pairs of eyes.

Simon was hovering above me, his cool hands on my shoulders. His eyes widened in surprise.

I saw a thin, lean arm on his shoulder. Isabelle. Her icy blue eyes bore into mine and I saw them fill up with tears.

Next to her stood Tomas, his eyes happy with relief and fatherly concern. He had his hands around someone's shoulders.

Ash. His green eyes met mine and I saw a goofy smile on his face. He reached out and pushed a stray curl out of my face. His face showed deep affection and I felt my heart swell slightly at the love I felt around me.

I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of want and affection. Someone cleared their throat and I turned my head towards them.

My emerald green eyes met Jace's topaz ones. I saw a smile take over his face and he let loose a breath he had been holding. His sweet scent washed over me and my heart contracted in desire. I wanted to jump into his arms and cry, laugh, sing and dance. I knew I couldn't, I knew I had my pride, my dignity and I knew that he probably would move on, now that I was fine.

He lifted a hand and gently caressed my cheek, causing my breathing to hitch. He leant his face closer, edging in towards mine. I held my breath... His lime and sunshine scent overpowered my senses and I felt my heartbeat increase, excited, hoping for contact.

It was at that moment, the moment when I think, Jace Lightwood is about to kiss me, that I rolled over and emptied the contents of my stomach all over Simon's shoes.