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CLARY

I'm not normally a squealer. Sure I get excited but in a sort of silent way. The minute Jace stumbled out of our hotel room I couldn't help but scream in girlish excitement. This place was stunning. I don't know how Jace afforded it and at that moment I couldn't really care. This just put a whole new spin on my trip.

I had no idea when or if Jace would return and at this moment I couldn't really care about that either. I had plans for today.

I curl up on one of the plush couches and settle in to peruse the lunch menu. I eventually decide on a bowl of bouillabaisse with a crusty French baguette. Authentic but tasty.

I call down to reception from my comfortable spot on the black and grey striped lounge chair. Once I've put the phone down I panic. I fish my purse out of my green rucksack. I have money but do I really want to blow it on a bowl of expensive soup?

I do apparently.

I flick through the channels while I eat, thanking my mother now for teaching me fluent French. My delicious meal is only interrupted by the buzzing of my cell phone. It's a catchy Mumford and sons song so I know its Simon. Yesterday I didn't even want to think about him but now in this strange land with only asshole Jace for company, I ached to hear his voice.

"Clary," he breathes, once I've picked up. It's so nice to hear my actual name again.

"Oh Si," I say, fighting back tears. "I've missed you."

"It's only been forty-eighty hours Clare-bear." I smile at his nickname. He asks how the trip was and I tell him about my imminent visit to the catacombs. We don't speak about how he was supposed to be here visiting things with me. We do however talk about Jace.

"How are things with Jace?" He asks his voice hardening. He never liked his step brother much.

I deign not to tell him about how our relationship teetered precariously between hatred and …not hatred is about the best I could call it.

"Oh its fine, we don't have a whole lot to do with each other."

"But he is looking out for you?"

"Oh yeah," I mumble, biting the skin around my thumb.

"Has he tried anything with you?" He demands, jealousy lacing his tone. A giggle escapes me.

"Try anything with me?" My voice rises incredulously. "Far from it. Could you imagine Jace Morgenstern trying something with me?"

The thought is unfathomable so I don't bother thinking about it.

"Hmm. I guess. You're not really his type." I can tell Simon is mollified by my response but I am slightly, surprisingly offended even though I know he's right.

I decide to ask him about the tour instead even though the thought of him ditching me for his band leaves my stomach churning. I shift slightly in the chair and settle in for boring band talk.

JACE

I'm by no means drunk after downing a full flask of whiskey. I'm not. I'm not, honestly. I swear I'm not.

And that's why I decide to go talk to Fray. Because I'm not drunk.

I'm not entirely sure where I went when I left the hotel but I know that I'm back there now. I'm also not sure why I want to talk to Fray or what I'm going to say but I'm going to. I wink flirtatiously at the receptionist as I walk past and she stares at me confusedly. Its then that my head clears enough to remember that I'm married and I struggle to morph my face into a serious expression. Not that my head needs clearing, because I am not drunk.

"Apologies," I wave my hand at her absently as I continue my treacherous journey to the elevator. "I thought you were my angelic wife." Why do I find it so difficult to say her name?

The man in the elevator makes no effort to hide his disgust at my lip ring. I can't help but stick my tongue out and reveal my tongue piercing in retaliation. His grimace is satisfying.

I wind down the large hall until I reach our door. Figuring out the key card takes some time and when I manage to stumble into the room I am so surprised I pause in amazement.

Fray's soft tones drift toward me and I have to listen. What if it's an intruder? I eye a gold lamp warily as my weapon of choice. I thankfully don't have to attempt to use it as I recognise its Lewis she's talking to.

"Try anything with me?" Her voice is an octave higher than usual and I ponder what she could be thinking about. "Far from it. Could you imagine Jace Morgenstern trying something with me?"

Oh it's me they're talking about.

Lewis obviously agrees with her statement about me not trying anything with me. I mean they are both completely right but I'm angry on Fray's behalf. How dare Lewis put her down like that?

Woah woah woah woah.

Since when was I on Fray's side?

I retreat backwards out the door before I do something I regret. All I seem to do is leave her. That doesn't surprise me.

CLARY

When I eventually get off the phone with Simon I'm elated with life once again. With Jace I may be facing hatred at every turn but I bask in the comfort that my boyfriend who loves me awaits in New York.

Then I remember he's currently in L.A , home of America's most attractive women and I flinch. I dismiss thoughts of him cheating and hurry to find my satchel and camera.

Unlike Jace I have an extremely limited budget. A budget that cannot afford taxi rides everywhere and therefore resign myself to the hours walk to reach Des Catacombes de Paris.

I can't help but be enthralled by the magic of Paris as I amble through the city. I stop at four bakeries for a croissant simply because the smell entices me. The sun beats down unrelenting but I manage to keep to the leafy shadows. The city is bustling though nothing like the hoards of New York City and I relish the peace and the amicable nature in which people greet each other as they pass. At home we stare straight ahead and ignore the people around us.

It takes me nearly two hours to reach the catacombs, which doesn't surprise me with all my dawdling. What does surprise me is the blonde angel leaning against the railing at its entrance.

I stop in my tracks as my mind flashes back to three days ago when he stood leaning against his car to pick me up. Was that only three days ago?

"What the heck are you doing here Jace?"

JACE

I'm still not drunk.

Although I do end up heading to the catacombs of Paris, a place I never expected to be. The cab ride only lasts ten minutes but I end up leaning against the railing outside the entrance for nearly two hours, unsure of what I'm doing there.

When a short mass of riotous scarlet curls rounds the corner I have a moment of understanding. She's what I'm doing here.

I can tell she clocks me but I look away, the sun blinding my eyes.

"What the heck are you doing here Jace?"

That's a very good question, Fray.

"I guess I'm just drawn to havens of gloom infested with the sweet scent of death."

She moves to stand by me against the railing. She doesn't look at me, she just stands. I cross my ankles, shocked that I'm still wearing my sweatpants. I'm not sure if I've ever gone out without my leather jacket and black jeans. This trip is not good for me.

"Please don't do this." Fray breathes.

I freeze, startled. "Do what?"

"I know what you're doing here. You've come here just to come along and make rude and ignorant comments in front of the tour guide and ruin this for me."

I'm shocked by her accusation. "That's not what I'm doing." Probably the first true thing I've said to her so far.

"It is," she insists. "Everything you do is to go against me and to spite me."

"No," I say, quietly. "It isn't."

"Oh come on, Jace" She throws her hands up in the air in exasperation. "You torment my boyfriend, you come on this trip just because you know I don't like you, you flirt with the check-in girl so much we nearly miss our flight, you smoke in the cab just because you know I hate it and now you're here to ruin my first day in the city."

She gulps for air as her rant finishes but mine is just beginning.

"That's not true, Fray," I'm shouting now. "I chose that hotel for you didn't I?"

"What?" She whispers, thrown by my outburst.

"I chose that hotel for you." I repeat, slowly. "Do you think I want to stay in some arty-farty, pompous hotel? I went there because I knew you'd like it."

She relaxes against the railing and I know I've puzzled her beyond belief. Thinking of others is not a Jace Morgenstern trait.

Eventually she breaks the silence.

"Those girls over there are staring at you."

"I know." I mutter. "Does it surprise you? I mean look at this body."

"No." She says and I can hear the smile in her voice. "It doesn't surprise me."

With that there's suddenly a bond of camaraderie between us, something I haven't experienced much of.

It's kind of nice.

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