Jace's POV

My heart was racing since the moment my parabatai had entered the room and told me the awful news. I had ran after him through the corridors and ended up in the infirmary, only to find Simon there. Anger and fear crept inside my body at the same time. He was supposed to take care of her, if she was alone, what was she to do? She hadn't even had a proper training, just a day… I walked up to the vampire, fuming, but Isabelle intercepted me with her whip and held me in place.

"Calm down, Jace, he's got nothing to do with this." She looked at me fiercely, almost daring me to try and make a move. I glared at her, knowing it wouldn't be good for any of us if I tried and punch the lights out of the vampire, and then turned to look at him, laying in bed and just watching us.

"What happened, bloodsucker?" I winced as Izzy tightened the loop of her whip around my wrist. I was getting angrier by the second, and I wanted answers, so I took a step back and breathed in and out several times. Before I could speak again, Simon had sat up and was looking at his hands, which were resting on his lap playing with his fingers.

"I have no idea. We were just walking and talking. We were rounding the corner and when she didn't reply to some question I asked her I turned around and found her in the arms of a hooded figure. She couldn't even scream, her mouth was covered by one of its hands. I tried to make a move to help her, but I felt a sudden pain on the side of my head and then it was all black. I woke up here…" He trailed off, still looking at his hands. I tangled my fingers in my own hair and pulled, trying to think of who it might have been.

"I found him on the street, just lying there. I brought him here so Magnus could see if he was hurt and heal him, but he woke up before he had time to search him for injuries." Alec stood next to the bed, eyeing my every move. I wondered if he could sense me going crazy trying to find a reason someone would take Clary. He probably did. Isabelle also looked at me, and I saw she was also really scared.

I excused myself, untangled the whip from my wrist and ran out of the room. I let my feet guide me but I was where they were going to take me. I only stopped when I was outside her door for a moment to inhale, and then turned the doorknob.

I don't know what I expected to find. It was as it had been the times I had seen it, kind of messy. It screamed Clary all over. I wondered over to her bed and sat there, trying to sort my thoughts. I knew I had to find her… but how? I looked at her nightstand and there was a picture of her and her parents. She was laughing like there was nothing to care about either than that moment, and I smiled. I left it where it had been and grabbed her sketchbook, also on her nightstand. New drawings had been added. There was one with Magnus and Alec from the day we had just been having fun in the library, where they seemed so comfortable with each other, so in love. I flipped to one where Max was reading, sitting on a couch with his legs under his body, his glasses slightly askew on his nose. Isabelle was on the next one, wearing her gear and whip in hand. I wondered if she had drawn it after the day we fought the raveners. When I turned the page I almost gasped in surprise. She had drawn us, the night I had taken her to the greenhouse. We were kissing, her hands were tangled in my hair and my arms were around her. I noticed something written at the bottom of the page, so I quickly read it and almost laughed.

He doesn't feel the same for you.

"You have no idea, Clary, no idea."

Clary's POV

I woke up as the rays of sunlight shone on my face, and I lifted my hand to cover myself. I figured Alec would have opened the blinds so I would wake up, so I sat up, I was probably late.

The first thing I noticed was that I was not in my room. Dark red walls surrounded me; I was lying in a four-post bed with a dark red duvet and black sheets, and then I remembered everything. I had been taken from Simon's side and he had been hit.

"How long have I been out?" I muttered to myself and almost jumped off the bed when a voice replied.

"You have been sleeping all night, don't worry." A device was sitting on the nightstand, a red light on it. The sound had come through that thing, and when I started to think of all the possible scenarios of how this would turn out I freaked out.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU TAKE ME?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, getting out of bed and curling up against the nearest wall.

"We will have enough time for introductions later. As for now, I would really like it if you would get out of your room so we can meet. Lunch is in one hour sharp. Please get cleaned up and follow the corridor outside your door to the dining hall."

With that, the light went off and I knew no one would hear me if I continued screaming. I sat there for what seemed like hours, tears leaving my eyes. I was trapped in a place I didn't know, and I had no idea why. I had just been taken from the street, and there was no reason anyone would want to kidnap me. I thought about Simon, who had been left there unconscious. I wondered if he was alright. I thought about everyone in the Institute, waiting for me to come home but I didn't. Alec was probably terrified, Isabelle would tear apart anyone that took me, and Jace… I don't know. Who knows what he's thinking, he always seems to have so many things on his mind. I finally decided to meet whoever it was that had spoken to me, so I entered the bathroom and washed my face. I searched for my bag, but it was nowhere to be seen. I had almost given myself time to hope that my blades were in it, but my captors probably wouldn't be so careless. I sighed and decided to make my way out of the room and into the dining hall, where I would soon meet the man that kidnapped me.

The corridor was dimly lit, but I could still see that the rest of the place was also painted dark red. It made my stomach uneasy for some reason, maybe it was too much like blood red. As I followed down the hall, I saw many doors leading into other rooms, but I didn't dare look into them. I just continued until the walls became wider and wider and opened up in an awfully big room with a table in the middle. A glass chandelier was hanging right above the middle, the crystals shining. Many chairs were set, but only two sets of dishes were on the table. The walls were covered with paintings and coats of arms. I turned many times to take in my surroundings, when suddenly someone cleared their throat and made me snap back into reality.

A white-blonde man was standing at the far end of the table, looking at me. He was wearing a suit and was very well groomed. He waved for me to approach and I did, very slowly. As I neared him I saw that his eyes were black, almost as if the pupils had dilated and covered the whole iris. He took a chair out for me to sit on, but I stopped and didn't get any more near him. His expression changed into one of anger, the hands that were gripping the chair turned white. I felt fear in my whole body, so I hurried over and sat. I looked up and saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly. He sat at the head of the table and soon someone came in and served us our food. I didn't know if I should eat or not, but I surely didn't want to make him angry, so I took my fork and put a little piece of meat in my mouth. Only then did I realize how hungry I was, so my mind was only on the food and how much I could put in my mouth without choking.

"You might want to learn some manners, since you should act like a lady, dear." The man took me out of my thoughts and I glanced at him. Anger shook my body; he was trying to tell me what to do when he had just taken me from the street!

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" I threw the cutlery on the table and he got up, slamming both his hands flat on the wood and closing in on me, only stopping when his face was mere inches from mine.

"I, Clarissa, am Valentine Morgenstern, and your biological father."