Rated M for: Language. Per usual. Ah...Sexual Harassment? Would that go under M...? :P

AN: Aw...Thanks for the reviews, lovelies. ;)

Sorry, this chapter doesn't have any Jace humping. :( Just some background stuff on him.

And GAH! Major writer's block with Simon/OC, Simon/Isabelle, Clary/Jace oneshots I'm working on. DX They won't be published for...a while. :/

And sorry this chapter is super-short compared to the others. But you'll see why it was short. ;)


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Clary

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Scar Face's Discoveries

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Oh, God.

From over my shoulder, I could see Maia's gimace through the mirror. "C'mon, Scar-Clary," she cleared her throat awkwardly. "It isn't that bad..."

I raised my eyebrows dubiously. It wasn't bad.

It was revolting.

I had at least seven scars on my face. Not small ones, either.

Three parallel scars, about three inches long each, cut through my left cheek. One especially large scar went through my eyebrow, down over my eyelid, and ending narrowly at the corner of my mouth. Marking my jaw down to my shoulder. I had a scar on my lower lip, a discoloring against the pink. The last was a M. For Martha. Small. Carved on my hairline on my forhead. Marking me as a victim of hers.

I was hideous.

Maia rolled her eyes. "No offense, but Jace was sorta right." She wrinkled her nose. "You're being a diva about this."

I tore my gaze away from the mirror, and stared at her. "A diva? Maia, look at my face."

Her lips twitched. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look badass."

I jutted out my-scarred-lower lip. "Be honest. Am I ugly?" I'd never really bothered with my looks, before. I had no one in thought to impress.

Now I have Jace. Who thought Scar-Face was an appropriate nickname for me.

Maia squinted. "No. I just think you look roughened up. Not ugly. Not pretty."

"Oh." I turned around, done with staring at myself. "I guess that's alright."

She clapped. "Atta girl. Now." She looked over her shoulder. "I'm gonna tell you something. Promise not to freak out?"

I nodded. "What?"

She smiled. "Me, Jordan, Magnus and Alec were thinking about breaking out of here."

Break out? And go where?

"With Izzy?"

Maia paused. "Maybe. We don't want her attacking anyone and attracting unwanted attention."

Missing somebody important. "Is Jace going?"

"Jace?" Maia giggled. "Hell, no."

I swallowed. "Do you not like him?"

Maia shook her head. "I find it hard to like someone who's always prepared to murder somebody for not particular reason."

"I like him."

"No. You like how he looks." Maia wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and began leading me out of the bathroom. "I know what you and he did yesterday...Might've made you "feel" great and everything, but any guy can do that. Jace just does it more than most."

Humping? "What do you mean?" I asked as we began walking down the hall, toward mine and Izzy's room.

"I mean, Jace has sex. A lot."

I choked. "Jace has sex?"

What the heck? Sex? Jace?

Maia snorted. "Yeah."

I stared at her, my lower lip trembling. "B-but, I thought that you said only two people did it when they loved eachother-"

"No, sweetheart. That's the bullshit your parents feed you when you're little so you don't go whore yourself around." Maia waved her hand. "And I'm sure Jace has done it with more than one person at a time. I'm sorry you like him, but that boy's just sex waiting to happen."

I leaned against the wall. "So what we did..." I looked at her, feeling a little light-headed. "Didn't mean anything to him?"

Maia looked sympathetic. "Girl, if I'd known you'd freak like this, I wouldn't have said anything."

I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I'm just surprised. Wow." I put my hand on my forehead. "I can't believe I love a sexoholic."

Maia bit her lip. "So...Break-out? We don't know for sure when we're going to do it, but do you want to come?"

I stared at her. Free of this madhouse. Free of Jace and his charms and humping skills. Free of Jace, period.

"I'm in."

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Maia left me alone, stating she needed to be free of my emo-company for a while.

I sat down on my bed, and looked down at my hands. Izzy was sitting on the floor, her leg thrown over her head in a hook-like angle, her head bent down to her open legs, and was licking herself.

"Izzy, do you think I should leave?" I whispered, looking at her.

She paused, and looked at me.

"I mean, I want to leave, but I'm scared I'll miss Jace." I laid on my belly, and rested my chin on my folded arms. "Would you miss me, if I left?"

Izzy meowed, and went back to licking.

I sighed. "Jace has sex, Izzy. Like, a lot of sex."

She kept licking.

My door opened, and I looked up.

"Oh, hey." It was Sebastian, resting his shoulder on my doorframe, smiling at me.

"Hi...Clary, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. What're you doing here?" Not to sound rude, but I was perfectly content with sitting alone and practically talking to myself, since Izzy wasn't answering me.

"Just came to see how you're doing. Dad told me you got a little..." he trailed off, making a hand motion over his face.

"Just a little accident with some low branches," I lied, and plastered a fake smile on my face. "And sorry I approached you like that. I was lonely and a friend told me I should probably hang with you."

"Friend?" Sebastian raised an inky eyebrow, and began moving across the room towards me, ignoring Izzy when she hissed angrily at him. He sat on my bed, and I scooted further away, feeling a little claustraphobic. "Do I know them?"

"His name's Jonathon."

Sebastian frowned. "Never heard of him."

I looked at him, startled. "Really? Are you sure? Because he seemed to know you..."

"Clary." Sebastian laid a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged him off, because I didn't like the way his touch felt. "I know about every person in this building. I'm positive there isn't a Jonathon."

I frowned. But...

Oh. OH...

"My bad." I looked over at him. "Well. I'm fine, as you can see. You can leave now."

Sebastian looked taken aback. "You don't want me in here?"

I sighed. "No. No offense. I just heard some rather disturbing news."

"You want to talk about it?"

No. "You said you knew everyone in this building..." I looked over at Sebastian. "Do you know Jace?"

His dark eyes tightened. "Wayland? The asshole in the dining room yesterday?"

"Yes."

Sebastian made a scoffing noise. "Yeah. Pyro. Anger issues."

I looked over at him. "He's in here for being a pyro?"

He shook his head. "Classified information."

Dang it. "...Come on. I won't tell." I tried to smile convincingly at him. Flirting, I never did. I wasn't sure if it worked, especially with a ripped up face like mine. But hey, didn't hurt to try, right?

Sebastian cleared his throat, looking down at me. "Well..." He cleared his throat again. "Wow. You have pretty eyes."

I blushed. "Really? Thanks." He was too sweet...Focus Clary. "You have pretty...hair." Jace's hair is prettier.

Sebastian grinned. "Thanks. Never been told that before." He winked slyly. "And don't think I don't know what you're doing, pretty girl."

I blinked, hoping I look innocent. "Doing what?"

He shook his head. "Acting all cute to get me to give you Pyro's files." He leaned forward. "Though I can't say I'm not enjoying it..." his dark eyes drifted from my face and down my chest, down my stomach and legs...

I pushed away the violating thoughts, Maia's voice telling me boys were pigs. "Is it working?" I asked, making my voice all giggly and sugary. Like Martha.

Sebastian nodded, eyelids hooded like Jace's were, yesterday.

"Do you even know what the fuck you're doing, little girl?"

The memory came, quickly and lingering.

I bit down on my lower lip, and swallowed forcefully, remembering the way he'd felt last night, his hard muscles pressed against me, his rough voice growling in my ear-

"Please what?"

"Tell me what you want, Clary."

"Yeah, it's working."

I blinked. God, I needed to stop thinking about that! Especially since he didn't care. If he didn't care, then I wouldn't, either. "So..." I waited.

Sebastian chuckled. "Alright, alright. You win, Clary." He stood up. "C'mon, I'll take you to my dad's office."

I stared up at him, but didn't stand. "Your dad's office?" I really didn't want to go back in there. Mr. Verlac was creepy.

He rolled his eyes. "Where else do you think we keep the documents, silly?"

I shifted. "Oh...Okay." I stood up, and Izzy snarled. I shook a finger at her. "Hush. I'll be right back."

Sebastian walked out, me trailing after him.

For some reason, I felt excited. About finding out more about Jace. Things that he didn't want me knowing.

Heehee. I felt so naughty. I giggled, covering my hand over my mouth.

Sebastian wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and my smile faded, my shoulders stiffened. His arm felt to heavy, and I felt like my legs couldn't support the weight. He felt suffocating.

Keep your act, Clary, I told myself, taking a deep breath. You need these files. So you know who to avoid and what their "problem" is.

I tried to look relaxed, but I'm not sure I did a great job at it.

Sebastian jerked his chin out. "We're here." Slipping his arm off me, he hurried over to the familiar closed door, grabbing a ring of keys out of his pocket.

I felt that sneaky, gnawing feeling in my stomach. The same I got whenever I was thinking or about to do something knew I wasn't supposed to do.

My gaze zeroed on the set of keys as he unlocked the door. Keys could mean anything. It could mean access to every room in this building. It could mean power over the people who wanted to kill me.

My fingers twitched with a yearning, but I ignored it. Patience, Clary, I thought. Files first. Keys are too risky.

I followed Sebastian into the office, forcing to keep my steps even and not too eager.

The room was empty. The fireplace had a fire, but it held no heat. The bear-skin rug was eerie to look at, and I couldn't bare myself to step on it, because the head was still attatched.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" My head snapped up, finding Sebastian surveying me with dark eyes.

"Uh...I guess." If you enjoy having a dead animal laying under your feet.

He smiled. "Killed it myself."

"Congratulations." I don't care.

Apparently my disinterest was obvious, because Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "Of course you wouldn't want to hear about it. You're a girl."

I really didn't understand what he was trying to imply. But I came here for the files, not pretend to be in love with him.

Though it was reassuring that he was being all touchy-in a creepy, unwanted way-even though my face was deformed.

He walked around the large desk, and opened a drawer, his fingers tapping against the many folders, humming to himself. "Who do you want?" He asked, looking up, curiously.

So many options...

Alec.

Izzy.

Magnus.

Maia.

Jordan.

Jace...

Myself.

"How many can I see?" I asked, pulling at my hair a little.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Well..." He glanced back down. "These are the only copies of the information. And nobody's even allowed to look at them."

"So only one?"

He nodded. "Your pick."

I bit my lip. Why was I even thinking about it? I knew who I wanted to know about.

I whispered it, feeling like it was suddenly very quiet in the office. Other than the crackling from the fire. Like a warning.

Sebastian handed me the vanilla-folder, his fingers purposefully brushing against mine. Thankfully, I felt nothing when he did. No sparks.

Something didn't feel right.

I frowned at Sebastian. "Where is your father, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. I think he had to go take care of some..." His eyes shifted. "I'm not allowed to say, actually."

"Please?"

"Murder. Another one." Sebastian leaned forward, his dark eyes bright. "By that pyro-kid. I heard Father on the phone earlier, and if Wayland keeps killing people and attracting unwanted attention from the police, he's going to go to jail. Life sentence."

I stared at him. Jace killed another person?

Killer...Check.

Sexoholic...Check.

Rude...Check.

Love him anyway...Crap. Check again.

I looked at the fire. Jace loved fire. I knew that much about him.

It was probably the only thing he loved.

That thought made me stomach hurt, and my chest felt a little tugging ache.

Wait. The fire's on?

I looked at Sebastian, who was reclined in his father's spinning chair, shoes kicked up on the desk, lazily.

"Sebastian." I cleared my throat.

He blinked and turned to look at me. "Yes?"

I looked back at the taunting fire. "If your father left the fire on...He must've planned on coming back soon, right?"

Realization dawned on his face. "Yeah, but..." He shook his head. "I don't think he'd-"

"Shh." Just shut up already! I took a deep breath. "Listen," I hissed.

Footsteps.

A voice.

Sebastian's face paled. "Fuck."

I swallowed, and quickly glanced around the office. Nothing but shelves of books...It would be impossible to hide under the rug. I couldn't hide under the desk without Mr. Verlac surely seeing me.

"Got it!"

I let out a scream as Sebastian tackled me to the floor ontop of the bearskin, his mouth on mine.

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First kisses...

I've seen them on TV.

Romantic.

Soft.

Sweet.

Gentle.

Loving.

Not sour, rough, bruising, and suffocating.

I pushed my hands against Sebastian's shoulders, but the pervert-I'll say it. PERVERT.-seemed unwilling to quit eating my face.

I whimpered, wriggling beneath him and trying to escape, but Sebastian only groaned and-

He was ripped off me.

My eyes were clenched tight, my chest heaving unevenly.

Why me? I demanded inwardly. Why do they keep forcing themselves on me like that? I didn't do anything remotely close to what girls typically do to get guys attention.

"Do that again," I heard a rough, furious voice. "And I'm shoving a stick of dynamite so far up your ass your eyes blow out."

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"But Father," Sebastian complained. "I'm telling you: We couldn't find another place to have any privacy, so we came in here."

Mr. Verlac rubbed his forehead wearily. "And how many times do I have to tell you, Sebastian, that my office is a restricted area and not made for secret rendezvous."

Jace was sitting on the black, polished leather couch, one long leg thrown down across the cushions, the other stretched out lazily in front of him. His posture appeared relaxed and casual, but his posture was stiff, and his eyes were tight and trained on Sebastian.

I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, silently refusing Mr. Verlac's offer to sit in a chair or next to Jace.

My hand was pressed against my lips. They felt puffy. And...I winced. My lower lip was bleeding from where Sebastian had bitten me.

Jace was refusing to look at me.

Sebastian was sullenly glaring down at his shoes.

Mr. Verlac was on his computer.

If I crawled out, I wondered if anybody would notice if I was missing.

Deciding to give it a try, I carefully turned, and began crawling spider-style to the door.

Almost there.

"You aren't going anywhere, Ms. Fray."

Dang it. He didn't even turn around.

Jace didn't awknowledge me getting called out, either.

I pouted and scooted back, crossing my arms.

Mr. Verlac sighed, and looked away from his screen. "Sebastian, you have a girlfriend."

Sebastian shrugged. "She's in Wisconsin. I have urges. I'm a man."

I snorted, and covered my mouth.

Jace cracked a smirk.

Mr. Verlac rolled his eyes. "Of course. But I know you don't like Ms. Fray." He didn't even glance at me. Meanie. "You never..fraternize physically with the residents here."

Sebastian shrugged again. "I had an urge. She was there."

I blinked at him. Was that why he came to my room in the first place? If I hadn't mentioned the files...Oh, God. What would he have done?

Jace raised an eyebrow. "It didn't look like she was having the urge herself, asswipe."

Sebastian shot him a scornful sneer. "Clary was enjoying it just fine. You should've seen her move..."

I was trying to get out from under you, I wanted to shout. I was trying to get away from you because you were hurting me, you were scaring me, and I'm SICK OF GUYS AT THE MOMENT.

I was silent.

Mr. Verlac was his father.

Jace disliked me, highly.

Who would care? Or believe me, for that matter?

Jace stood up, and took a warning step towards Sebastian, who was already currently sporting a black eye and bleeding lip. Weird. I'd thought I'd heard a crack somewhere before Mr. Verlac wrestled them apart.

I looked at Jace.

Sebastian hadn't even landed a punch on him, of course.

Sebastian raised his hands up in warning. "Hey, man." He smiled. "If you knew what she felt like, you'd be saying the same thing."

I scowled at him. Who did he think he was, talking about me like I wasn't sitting right here?

Jace sat back down, and scoffed. "I did. Yesterday." He flicked me a disdainful look. "And I've had better."

My eyes immediately dropped to my lap.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

I held my breath, because I was afraid if I released it I would let out a sob.

I will not let him see that he hurt me.

I will not let him see that he hurt me.

I will not let him see that he hurt me.

I pinched the skin of my wrist, digging the nails deep enough to draw a bead of blood.

A light, shaky breath left me. Much better.

I still kept my gaze glued to my lap.

Not quite sure I could trust myself to look at any of the three men in this room without breaking down.

Why does he keep hurting me like this?

Whatever I did to deserve it Jace, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you hate me.

I'm sorry I love you anyway.

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"Jace, I will have to talk to you alone about this situation." Mr. Verlac glanced down through his spectacles-Since when did he have glasses?-at a folder in his hands. He looked over at Sebastian and I. "Ms. Fray. Sebastian. You may leave, now. Consider this a warning."

I stood up, and dusted off my jacket.

Sebastian muttered under his breath and strode out, bumping his shoulder roughly against mine.

I stumbled a little, cursing my small height and physique.

Fighting the urge, I glanced at Jace through the corner of my eye. He wasn't looking at me.

If he was, I'd know.

I'd be able to feel the weight of that sort of disgust and hatred.

I nodded at Mr. Verlac, struggling to force a smile. I failed. Miserably.

My voice was probably raspy from the lump in my throat, and Jace would know that once again, he'd been successful at breaking another little piece of whatever that was inside of me, and that would be another battle lost, for me.

I heard his soft voice hiss.

"Whore. Two guys in one day. If I'd known you were that easy, I would've fucked you in the woods after you killed Aline."

I kept my mouth shut until the door closed.

A soft sob escaped, and I clapped a hand over my mouth.

I ran down the hall, not caring if I ended up in my own room or not. I needed to be alone. I needed to be away from everybody in this place.

Surprising myself, I faintly recognized where I was, and hurried to my room.

Slamming the door, I threw myself on my tiny bed, and buried my face in my pillow.

And I let out a choked, muffled scream that simply could not be swallowed.

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I felt a tongue lick up my cheek, lapping up the salty wetness on my cheeks.

Rolling over onto my back, I squinted through my puffy eyes at where Izzy was sitting on the bed next to me, staring at me warily.

"You don't think I'm easy, do you?" I whispered.

Izzy meowed and rubbed her head under my chin.

I smiled, and hugged her. "It's so easy talking to somebody who can't answer you correctly," I murmured.

She purred as I scratched my nails thoughtfully into her scalp.

My hand ran down the length of my jacket, and over the dress I still hadn't changed out of. My fingers slipped into my pocket, and I pulled out Jace's envelope of secrets.

Earlier, I'd second-guessed whether or not I should open it.

Because I loved him. And I didn't want to do anything that might violate him personally.

But he hurt me.

Now I want to hurt him back.

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Name: Jason Wayland

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Height: 5"11

Weight: 147lbs.

Birthday: October 31st, 1992

Birthplace: New York, New York

Parents: Stephen Herondale and Celine Wayland-deceased.

Living Relatives: None

Behavior: Paranoid, refuses to obey any authority, anger issues, violent outbursts, rude, cynical

Relationships: None

Mental Illness: Bipolar

Reason Admitted: Violence, fire starting, murder

Additional Notes: Appears close to Lightwoods and Bane...Fray

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I flipped it shut, deeply in thought. Apparently diagnosing someone with "bipolar" was very popular.

Nothing new. Except for the fact that he was an orphan. And his weight. And his height. I didn't know he was born in New York, either.

Meaningless information.

I needed something more personal. A weapon.

...Verbally speaking, of course.

The fight drained out of me. Who was I kidding? I might as well get over my little infatuation with him; he didn't think of me as anything but an obnoxious little W-H-O-R-E.

Something poked out of the folder, catching my eye.

I frowned, and tugged it gently out.

It was a picture. A small one.

A picture of a smiling, beautiful blonde woman, who looked very much like Jace. They had the same blonde curls and I was guessing gold eyes, since the picture was black and white, and face shape.

She was holding a mini-Jace in her arms.

He was smiling, dimples popping out of his round baby-face.

In the picture, he looked about three or three. His hair curled around his face like puffs of clouds, and his chubby arms were outstretched towards the camera.

I smiled. Jace was a precious toddler.

At the bottom of the photo, in black ink, was a tiny chicken scrawl:

Celine and Jason. 1994.

I bit my lip. They didn't really need the picture, right?

Too late. I slid it into my pocket.

Curious to see if there were anymore pictures of Jace, I re-opened the folder, and pushed away sheets I'd already read.

Oh. My. God.

There were three more pictures.

I gasped, setting the folder down on my lap and picking up the photos.

Jace looked five or six. Possibly seven, in the picture.

His blonde hair was dirty and tangled, his eyes, staring into the camera, were solemn and bloodshot, nothing at all like the giggling toddler I'd just seen in the other picture.

It was a mug shot. From either a doctor or officer.

He was holding his shirt up with his chubby-like arms.

Bruises and pink markings dotted and covered his belly and ribs. A scar...I inhaled sharply. The same scar that was sliced through his eyebrow, went through his little kid's eyebrow. It was fresh.

My palms began sweating. Who would scar a child's face like that?

The next picture was at a different angle. As was the next.

But each said the same thing.

He grew up the same way I did.

Little notes were scribbled: Broken ribs...Bruised back...Serious internal bleeding...The list went on and on.

I swallowed.

It was the perfect weapon. Just what I'd been looking for.

But I wasn't going to use it.

Because unlike Jace, I hadn't had the sensitivity and caring beaten all the way out of me.

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A knock on the door sent me scrambling around for a hiding place to stash Jace's notes.

"Scar-Face?"

Maia entered, her face wary. "You aren't still depressed, are you?"

I shook my head. Kind of.

"Awwww..." She moaned when she saw my face. "Noo. You weren't just crying, were you?"

I nodded, and wiped my sleeve across my face. "Sorry."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one with blotches and a Rudolf nose, so I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

I sniffled. "Right. So what'd you want?" My voice was low, because Izzy was asleep, her head resting on my lap.

"I was wondering if you'd thought about. I know you said you were in, but...You know..." She shrugged. "You do seem a bit obsessed with Jace."

I nodded. Running away. From here and Jace.

"I want to. Really."

Maia looked relieved. "Cool." She smiled sweetly at me. "We were thinking...Maybe Monday? Last week didn't work so great."

"You tried to run away before?" And she was still here. Uh, oh.

She looked sheepish. "Well, Jordan and I were. Got caught right away."

I whistled. "Wow. How'd you get caught?"

Maia wrinkled her nose. "Damn locks," she said. "To the gateway, a few miles down. Nobody can get through without the right key, and if they're lucky, don't get caught by the patrol officers down there."

"Key? Where d'you think you'll get those?" Like I don't know.

Maia sighed. "No idea. Sooner we figure that out, the sooner we can leave."

I nodded. "Alright."

She turned to walk out, and paused, spinning to face me again. "Are you sure you're alright? You look...Sad."

I smiled at her. "I just really hate this place," I whispered. I just really hate this whole situation.

Maia laughed. "Everybody does, Scar-Face." She opened the door and slid out.

My thoughts wondered back to the kiss. I smiled. I'd hated it. I really doubted I'd want to kiss another guy after that, ever again. I mean, except maybe Jace. But with a mouth like his, I doubt he even kissed his mother, back when she was alive.

But at least that kiss had served a good cause.

I smiled proudly, and patted my pocket.

Keys jingled.

I frowned and sighed, the excitement at my accomplishment quickly wearing off.

Pulling the injured-Jace pictures and the toddler-Jace picture out, I sighed and stared at them. I wondered what he would've been like, if he hadn't been hurt like this.

But I couldn't picture Jace as a different person than he was now.

And I think that's how he liked it.

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Again.

I heard the soft padding of feet in the room.

I'm awake, this time.

Waiting to see who it is.

My body is tense and alert.

The footsteps pause, and I feel eyes on me.

"You're awake."

I sat up straight in bed, my eyes wide open. Looking. Sure I'd caught them red-handed.

But of course, nobody was there.

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-Sorry there wasn't a whole ton of Jace in there.

-Mmm. Jordan/Alec are still a mystery...To you guys, anyhow. ;P

-Jace's history?

-Mystery visitor?

-Sebastian?

-Clary's first kiss?

-Michael Verlac?

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