Clary POV

I crept up the narrow staircase that led up to Jace's room cautiously. Alec had to be asleep by now, I was sure of it. As I reached to the top of the stairs I noticed that the door was closed, I turned the knob and it was open so I went in without knocking. I looked around the room, he wasn't in here. I pouted as I got comfortable on his bed. It was empty except for a book, Worst Case by James Patterson. Soon I was lost in the world of the suspense novel when I felt him breathing on my neck.

"Very daring, Clary Fray. Sneaking into a boy's room at…" he checks his watch, "Eleven forty p.m."

I giggled, "You don't seem to mind much, Jace Lightwood."

He pursed his lips, "You seem to be able to read minds?"

"No, just your facial expressions. Anyway, don't you want to know why I'm here at all?"

Jace nodded, "I already know, it's because you just couldn't resist me."

I punched him playfully on the arm, he was so arrogant, but it was sexy. "No, Alec is here."

He froze, "What?!"

I bit my lip, wondering if I should've really come in here tonight. Yes, yes this was definitely the right thing to do. "Yeah, he came here this morning after the thing with Valentine."

"What did he say?"

"That he came here to save us but we didn't look like we needed rescuing." I said slowly.

Jace sighed and closed his eyes in deep thought, "Tell him that he needs to go because he is right. We definitely don't need saving.

I reached out and stroked his hair, "He can't leave yet you know? Magnus used magic to get him here, and that's how he has to get back."

He kissed my cheek and smiled, "He actually cared enough to risk his life coming here?"

"Of course," I gasped, "You are parabatai, he'd die for you."

"And I for him," Jace murmured then turned to look at me, "And I for you Clary."

My breath was stuck in my throat as I stared intensely at my beautifully messed up boyfriend. Of course I knew he would die for me, but I'd never heard him say it so earnestly.

I closed my eyes and put my small hand on his cheek meaningfully. "And I for you Jace."

He pulled his face away from my hand and turned to the wall. "I never want to hear you say that again Clary. Promise me that you won't."

I bit my lip in frustration, why was he like this? "Why? Why can't I love you as much as you love me?"

He turned around and cupped my face gently, searching my eyes. "You…love me?"

"Yes Jace, can't you tell? And I thought you loved me too, didn't you mean everything you've been saying to me? Or are they just senseless spurs of the moments?"

"No, no Clary…I do love you. More than life, more than Alec, and definitely more than myself." Jace confessed.

"Then what's the problem?" I whined.

"Nothing," he shook his head and rested his head in my chest. "Everything's perfectly fine now."