Jace's face paled, and he narrowed his eyes, and yet he still managed a heart-stopping grin. "How could I ever forget?" His tone was strange, like she'd never heard before. It was like ice sickles laced with venom, yet hidden behind a field of daisies. Valentine grinned savagely, "I could do the same to you, pretty boy, for trespassing in my house." Clary gasped, she knew now what he meant. He had killed Jace's father. While Jace watched. Clary twisted out from behind Jace. Jace tried to pull her back behind him, but it was too late. "You too, Clarissa. What are you two doing here?" Clary tightened her hand into a fist. "You monster!" She pulled out a dagger. "You murdered another Shadowhunter!" Something dawned on her. "You killed Jonathan, my Jonathan, too, didn't you?" He chuckled, "Oh no, Clarissa. I have done much worse to him." She lunged at him with the dagger. He batted her aside easily, as if she were a tiny animal. "JACE!" She yelled. She wouldn't allow Valentine to hurt him. She rose shakily to her feet. Jace was running towards her. Valentine was no where to be seen. He grabbed her by the arm and proceeded to half-drag her through the house. They were almost to the door, when Valentine intercepted their path yet again. "You just can't leave yet. We only just starting to have fun." She realized with horror that he had once again blocked the only exit. His gaze was piercing. "And why haven't you answered any of my calls, Clarissa?" "You should now that by now, father dear," she tried her best to sneer to try to hide how absolutely terrified she was. She seemed to do that pretty well, by the way her father looked at her. "Well, perhaps you should've. Maybe then you would know where your precious Jonathan was." Clary was momentarily taken aback, then she realized what he was trying to do. He was trying to make her feel guilty, but she knew better. She knew about his power of persuasion, how else would he have gotten anyone to marry him, and she wouldn't let him get to her. He wouldn't have told her where Jonathan was if she had a knife to his throat. "Yeah right," she said through gritted teeth. She was ready to be out of that house, and she would get out if it killed her.
Valentine's jaw clenched, yet his tone was ice cold. "Well, Clarissa, I doubt you'll see him again." Jace said, putting her behind him yet again, "We'll see about that." His tone was just as icy as Valentine's. Valentine smirked, "You're all talk, Jace." Jace laughed as he pulled out a seraph blade. Clary blinked in surprise; she hadn't seen him bring almost any weapons. Valentine whipped his own seraph blade out, and soon all Ckary could see were a flurry of weapons. "RUN CLARY!" It was unmistakably Jace's scream. She hesitated, but she realized he was right. They had moved enough to allow her to open the door. In a flash, Jace had followed her out the door, and they were running back the way they had come.