Hello! I just wanted to thank everyone for reviewing! so yeah... back to the story!
-Clary POV-
It's been one day since Felicity went and we've pored over every inch of knowledge about Valentine or Sebastian. And we're back where we started with, nothing. My poor baby's alone with that monster! God only knows what he's doing to her after what he's done to us! When my mom found out she really took it hard. Fuck you Sabastain. The only spark of hope that we have is that Sabastain has connections and as Jace noted "Connections can be made to talk." Simon, Izzy, Magnus, and Alec head home as we near night two. Everyone's afraid to admit the truth but we can't lose hope.
I sit on our bed staring across the hall directly into Felicity's room. She lies there asleep, her baby dolls resting in her arm. She wears her pink "princess" night gown as she calls it; because of its fantasy looking sleeves the poof at the shoulders and the frilly bottom. She's tucked tightly in as Daddy would always do. With a blink of my eyes, she's gone. The soft pink comforter is kicked to the end of the bed in a heap, her beloved dolls sprawling across the head board. A journal lies on the comforters matching sheets. A journal, the journal. Now across the hall, I pick it up. The gold cover shines on the day's last rays. I sit on her bed and open the cover. A name is written in ancient cursive, "James Carstairs." The page in the back that Jace found about the girl is sticky noted to mark it.
James wrote about a raid on a place called the Dark House. Most is illegible because of the scrawny writing. It's almost as if he wants no one else to read it. I scan down the page and come across the girl's name, Tessa. James describes her as "the most beautiful creature to walk the Earth." That's sweet. He doesn't write much, or as much as I can read, about her changing. I close the book and leave it as it was on her bed. The door to her room closes behind me and Jace stands frozen in the hall. His head hovers over a third fold letter. I ask what it is and he doesn't acknowledge I'm there. I swing around so I read over his arm.
Hello again, you must not of thought to of heard from me so soon. I've been having a delightful time with Felicity. She is very cute but misses you dearly. I know you've found ole' Carstairs's journal. I thank you for telling me about your daughter's ability. It's very peculiar, intriguing actually. Well, I must be going. I made sure to include a picture of your angel. Don't keep in the Dark; I would love to know what's going on. –JCM.
The picture showed a dim-lit room made of cruel stone. Felicity sits with her arms wrapped around her legs her favorite night gown torn. Her face is swollen red and streaked with unforgiving tears. My angel needs me. Jace folds the letter and slides it into his back pocket; his face is as pale as a ghost. His strong arms go around me with his mind somewhere else. My arms slide around him, we fit perfectly together. Why does Sebastian do this? Why? He's twisted and sick and seeks revenge on me, but my baby pays the price. I've receded into my own wall of thoughts and two drops of water fall on my head. All we have left to do is to find him and bring him down.
-Felicity POV-
The man doesn't come in for what feels like a day. My stomach is growling and my mouth is perched. Footsteps tell to the room that the man stands at the doorway behind the bars. I crawl into the smallest darkest corner of the room. Please don't hurt me. The man side-steps and reaches along the wall. Suddenly my eyes are blinded by a large mass of white light. My eyes slam shut and are covered by the palm of my hands. When my brain says it safe to look I do and that causes me to blink multiple times before I clearly see. The man kneels in front of me. He twirls my hair around his finger. "You have you mother's hair." He says, before I scream and all goes dark.