Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I had dance recitals, skating shows, finals and applying for a new high school next year, but even after all that I have good news and bad news. bad news is I'm going to camp for 4 weeks on the 20th and wont be here to update good news is that I'm planning on getting maybe 1 or 2 more chapters before then.
Jace After Clary left and went to her room, I knew I had to check out the training room. She's a fiery girl, and I have no doubt that she can do some damage if she wants to. I wandered up to the training room and pushed open the doors, stopping at the threshold. The room itself was fine but the back corner was a catastrophe of a mess. I walk over there, shaking my head and smiling to myself happily. I knew she could do it, she just needs the motivation. I poked the decapitated foam head with the toe of my boot, sensing when Alec came up behind me. "Isabelle will want another dummy," he said blankly, staring at the mass of shredded foam and weapons. I bent over and picked up one of the throwing stars. "It would be the fourth one this month," I said while spinning the star around my finger. "She gets in those moods too, where she just wants to rip someones head off. But seriously, one each week? She needs to learn some self-control." "Yes, I agree, but do we want her chasing us around with her whip?" Alec asked and I tossed the star to the ground before turning to look at him. His mouth turned upwards in a slight smile at the mess Clary had made, knowing that Isabelle could do twice the damage. How mad is she? With a sigh, I turn to leave. "I'll go send a fire message to the Sisters. They really need to get with the times so we can just put them on speed dial." Alec chuckles as I leave.
Clary I wasn't in my room long at all before my phone rang. I pulled my headphones out of my ears and reached over to the bedside table for my phone, seeing the caller ID flash a picture of my mother. "Hello?" "Hey sweetie, hows your day been?" she asks cheerily, as always. "Um, it's been okay I guess," I say with a question in my voice. "Why?" My mom laughs and tells me to check the date. I sigh and pull back the phone, looking at the bar at the top that displays the date and time. "Huh," I say, completely stumped. "It's my birthday?" I ask in disbelief. "You've been training so much that you forgot your own birthday?" she asks and calls Luke over. I hear him laughing in the background as she tells him, making me blush in embarrassment. "Simon didn't call you?" My heart drops to my stomach and I don't answer. She calls my name and I answer with a feeble, "Yeah, I'm here." "What's wrong hun?" she asks in her motherly voice. "We just had a bit of an argument this morning," I say and my mom apologizes. We chat for a little longer and she tells me that her and Luke will be by shortly to take me to dinner in celebration. We hang up and I hop off my bed, taking off my sweat shirt and shorts to switch it out for a light blue sweater and some dark wash skinny jeans. I slid on a pair of those expensive furry boots that are super warm; Izzy had given them to me since they were a bit too small on her, and they were brand new. I was ready just in time to get my moms text saying that her and Luke were in the truck outside.
Mom and Luke took me to one of my favorite restaurants, and they even had the waiters sing happy birthday to me. It was nice, being able to joke around with my mom and Luke like it was a normal day, one without all of this shadowhunter crap. Don't get me wrong, I love this new world I've been introduced to, the thrill of training, though I've only trained properly once. It all comes naturally, but I can tell that things will be getting harder, especially when I start my actual lessons, where I study demonology and different languages and whatnot. Normal school is hard enough- thank God I don't have to go to that anymore- so shadowhunter training will be ten times more difficult. Lots of chatting and an extravagant bill later, we were all yawning and decided to call in a night. Luke drove us to the Institute, where we parted with hugs and kisses. I thanked them for dinner and the gifts- my mom got me new oil paints, charcoal pencils, and other little things like makeup that I probably wouldn't use, while as Luke gave me a few books that I've been wanting to read. By the time I got up to the main entrance and to my bedroom, it was almost 9:30. I got changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top and brushed my teeth before laying in bed and closing my eyes, waiting for sleep to come. After half an hour of restlessness, I got up and decided to go make some tea, hoping it would help. I walked out of my room and to the kitchen where I put water in an old tea kettle I found in a cupboard and put it on the stove. I went over to the cabinets and searched for some tea, but all I came up with was some raspberry flavored tea. It will have to make do, though. The kettle screeched after a few minutes and I poured the water into a mug as put the tea bag in, dunking it to help the process go quicker. I sat down at a stool behind the island and waited for the tea to steep, laying my head down on the counter to feel the cool granite on my warm cheeks. When I deemed it ready, I tossed the tea bag into the trash and picked up my mug and started towards my room. As I passed the library, I thought again and backtracked, pushing open the library door with one hand. I found the ladder unmoved from earlier, and climbed up to sit at the top, feet dangling off the edge and sipping my tea. When my tea was gone, I set the mug down beside me and looked up at the clear, glass dome above me. I laid down on my back and looked through the glass at the stars, admiring the beauty that was not often seen in the smoggy city. It was captivating. I found the Big and Little Dipper, but before I could find Orion's Belt, my heavy eyelids closed and I fell into a peaceful slumber.
Jace After sending a fire message out for three new dummies, I settled into bed with a book; it was a good one, apparently, because four hours had gone by in the meantime. Since I didn't feel like reading anymore, I got up and went on a search for Clary. She wasn't in her room, or the kitchen, but there was a warm kettle on the stove top, so someone was there recently. I checked in the library quickly, but didn't see her anywhere among the books, and the training room as well. Getting exasperated, I went back to my room to give her a call. Hi, this is Clary! Obviously I can't get to the phone so leave a message! Bye, her voice mail said cheerfully. I didn't leave a message but I called back a few or so more times, getting the same response each time. Well, it's her birthday, maybe she just went out with her mom or something. But why couldn't she shoot me a text letting me know that? I didn't mention it this morning, but I planned on doing something special for her tonight, something sweet for the two of us. But with the way she was acting all day, it didn't seem like she wanted to do anything at all, so I figured I'd wait and let her come to me. That worked out just great. I momentarily had a panic attack when I thought about her getting hurt, getting attacked by a demon if she went out. I quickly gave myself a mental slap to get that crap out of my head. If she can throw a knife and hit a bull's eye, then she can defend herself. She knows that she should keep some sort of weapon on her at all times, I've told her so quite a few times. She will be okay and she will be back. I plopped down on my bed and laid there, trying to get some sleep, but it didn't come. Getting up with a huff, I left my room and headed to the library with full intent of starting the second book on my list. I pulled the second book out from a shelf and sprawled across a plush over sized armchair, legs over the armrests. I started chapter two, but before I could get anywhere, I was asleep.
Jace The morning sun woke me from my sleep with it's warmth and brightness. I groggily opened my eyes and with blurry vision caught a glimpse of fiery red hair leaving the library. I smiled and stretched out; sleeping sideways in an armchair isn't the most comfortable. I smiled goofily again at the thought of Clary, knowing that no one was watching. I went back to my room to shower and change before heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. Maryse was cooking bacon, pancakes, and toast. I walked into the dining room and sat next to Clary, murmuring a good morning and giving her a kiss on the cheek. I struck up a conversation with Alec, who sat across from me, as we ate breakfast, but he didn't seem very talkative today.
Clary I sat through breakfast with my head down, silently eating my share of bacon and pancakes. I even did pretty well in ignoring all the irritated glares Alec sent me when Jace wasn't looking. Jace quickly disappeared to wherever it is he goes, promising to see me later. I was heading towards the library for no real reason but the fact that I liked it there. "We need to talk," Alec's cold voice came from beside me all of a sudden, scaring me a little. I looks at him skeptically and nod. "Um, sure. I was just going to go find Jace, bu-" "I want you to stay away from Jace," he said very firmly, cutting me off, but I was not about to let him intimidate me. I had given up a great friendship for Jace, and I was going to get my worth, no matter how bad that sounds. I really like him. "Excuse me?" I turned and threw my hands onto my hips in anger. "Who are you to tell me to stay awa-" I was interrupted mid sentence again, but it wasn't from him trying to talk over me. He had moved so fast it made my head spin, but somehow, I was pinned to the wall by Alec's forearm. I gasped in pain and my hands came up to pry away his arm, but his eyes went dark and he switched positions so that his hands were around my neck. I cried out, then felt stupid for using my oxygen like that. I tried and tried in vain to scratch at his arms and hands, but his hands didn't relent, and neither did his once-blue, innocent eyes. They looked almost black now, and the anger on his face seemed out of place, even for Alec. I started struggling more when my oxygen went low, leaving a pounding in my head and my face hot and red from loss of circulation. All the while he just stared at me, and I stared back at him. I knew he wasn't going to stop, and I was seriously scared at that point, wondering if I was going to die by the hands of my boyfriends best friend- his parabatai. I stopped struggling and relaxed to the best of my ability, but it didn't help any air come through. I was on my last bit of air, and I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal of the air escaping my now blue lips. The darkness came in, and I let it, happy to leave the pain behind. I saw everything as if it were an out of body experience, as if the red head pinned to the wall wasn't me, but someone else. I turned in horror to see Alec looking dazed and in pain, the beautiful blue sapphires coming back, leaving the black of death behind. He looked as horrified as I felt, both of us seeing his hands wrapped around my slim neck, and he slid to the ground, bringing me gently with him. My head slipped to the side and I wondered if I was dead already, a ghost of what I was seconds ago. I knew I wasn't dead yet, but my chest wasn't moving either; I could just feel it. You'd think that someone who was so oxygen-depraved would be gasping and sputtering for air, but my physical body was past that point. I was closer to that point just before death, when everything slows down and you see the world for what it really was. Right now, it was pretty dark. In a sickeningly slow pace I heard Alec curse in a harsh whisper before he turned, pulling at his hair in exasperation before he knelt down and laid my body flat on the ground in a recovery position. He pushed some hair out of my face and tilted my chin up to open my airway, but before he started the CPR, I knew it was too late. I could feel the life leave the physical body underneath me as I felt the incorporeal me fade away into nothingness.
Alec I blacked out like I have a few times in the past few days. It normally happens when I'm alone in my room, or reading in the library, but never around people. This time, I blacked out right after telling Clary that I needed to talk to her, but I don't even remember what I wanted to say to her. When I wake up, I see Clary through blurry eyes, my sight slowly clearing as if a film is being peeled away. Her head was hanging limp and her eyes were fluttering half-open, as if trying to stay awake. She was pinned against a wall by hand, and it was suffocating her. But whose hand is it? It took me a moment to realized it was mine. In absolute horror I loosened my grip and set her to the ground gently. I expected her start coughing or gasping for air, or something, but she just laid there, unresponsive. "Shit!" What did I just do… I killed her… Iratzes healed cuts and broken bones, they'll even open up a crushed airway, but they can't make you take in air. I can't take her to the infirmary, they'll kill me if I hurt her! I recalled the emergency mundane training that Maryse taught us when we were younger. I laid her flat and tilted her chin up to open her airways. As I hovered over her, I couldn't help but realize how tiny and fragile she was. How could I do this? I didn't have time to think about any of that, I had to try to save her. I leaned down and pressed my ear to her chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was none. I reached down and pressed my index and middle finger to the inside of her wrist to feel for a pulse. After a few second, my heart leaped in hope at the small, faint beat I found. It was becoming slower and far apart; she's dying. Right here. In my lap. I wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't. I placed my interlaced hands on her chest and pressed down, each compression coming in quick succession. I put my ear to her mouth to check for breath, but there was none. I pinched her nose and covered her mouth with mine while keeping her chin tilted up, breathing into her twice, watching her chest rise. I switched back to compression's again. After two round of compression's and breaths, I was getting very exasperated. Why hasn't anybody come down this hall yet? It's a main hall for Raziel's sake! On the third round, I gave her two deep breaths and paused to watch. Her chest rose on its own, and it kept steadily rising and falling. Thank the Angel, I thought as I bent over her body, letting the tears fall in relief. I almost killed her. I think I did kill her, but I brought her back. That's got to count for something, right? "Clary?" I whispered in her ear. If I was expecting a movement or response or something, then I was stupid because she's knocked out cold. With her eyes closed, I would easily have thought she was sleeping. But I know better, and it scared me that she wasn't responding. I may be gay, and I may have wanted to keep her from Jace, but I would never wish this on another shadowhunter, even one that was raised a mundane. She is only, what, like fifteen? I know shadowhunters die young, but not from another shadowhunters hand. They die of demon poisoning or an injury beyond what can be fixed with an iratze or a warlock. Still worried, I carefully, as if she where rare diamond, picked up her wrist and took her pulse again. There was nothing. In utter confusion I looked over her again to make sure I wasn't imagining the rise and fall of her breaths. How could someone be breathing but have no pulse? I bent over her half-open mouth and felt her hot breath on my cheek.
Jace After Clary left and went to her room, I knew I had to check out the training room. She's a fiery girl, and I have no doubt that she can do some damage if she wants to. I wandered up to the training room and pushed open the doors, stopping at the threshold. The room itself was fine but the back corner was a catastrophe of a mess. I walk over there, shaking my head and smiling to myself happily. I knew she could do it, she just needs the motivation. I poked the decapitated foam head with the toe of my boot, sensing when Alec came up behind me. "Isabelle will want another dummy," he said blankly, staring at the mass of shredded foam and weapons. I bent over and picked up one of the throwing stars. "It would be the fourth one this month," I said while spinning the star around my finger. "She gets in those moods too, where she just wants to rip someones head off. But seriously, one each week? She needs to learn some self-control." "Yes, I agree, but do we want her chasing us around with her whip?" Alec asked and I tossed the star to the ground before turning to look at him. His mouth turned upwards in a slight smile at the mess Clary had made, knowing that Isabelle could do twice the damage. How mad is she? With a sigh, I turn to leave. "I'll go send a fire message to the Sisters. They really need to get with the times so we can just put them on speed dial." Alec chuckles as I leave.
Clary I wasn't in my room long at all before my phone rang. I pulled my headphones out of my ears and reached over to the bedside table for my phone, seeing the caller ID flash a picture of my mother. "Hello?" "Hey sweetie, hows your day been?" she asks cheerily, as always. "Um, it's been okay I guess," I say with a question in my voice. "Why?" My mom laughs and tells me to check the date. I sigh and pull back the phone, looking at the bar at the top that displays the date and time. "Huh," I say, completely stumped. "It's my birthday?" I ask in disbelief. "You've been training so much that you forgot your own birthday?" she asks and calls Luke over. I hear him laughing in the background as she tells him, making me blush in embarrassment. "Simon didn't call you?" My heart drops to my stomach and I don't answer. She calls my name and I answer with a feeble, "Yeah, I'm here." "What's wrong hun?" she asks in her motherly voice. "We just had a bit of an argument this morning," I say and my mom apologizes. We chat for a little longer and she tells me that her and Luke will be by shortly to take me to dinner in celebration. We hang up and I hop off my bed, taking off my sweat shirt and shorts to switch it out for a light blue sweater and some dark wash skinny jeans. I slid on a pair of those expensive furry boots that are super warm; Izzy had given them to me since they were a bit too small on her, and they were brand new. I was ready just in time to get my moms text saying that her and Luke were in the truck outside.
Mom and Luke took me to one of my favorite restaurants, and they even had the waiters sing happy birthday to me. It was nice, being able to joke around with my mom and Luke like it was a normal day, one without all of this shadowhunter crap. Don't get me wrong, I love this new world I've been introduced to, the thrill of training, though I've only trained properly once. It all comes naturally, but I can tell that things will be getting harder, especially when I start my actual lessons, where I study demonology and different languages and whatnot. Normal school is hard enough- thank God I don't have to go to that anymore- so shadowhunter training will be ten times more difficult. Lots of chatting and an extravagant bill later, we were all yawning and decided to call in a night. Luke drove us to the Institute, where we parted with hugs and kisses. I thanked them for dinner and the gifts- my mom got me new oil paints, charcoal pencils, and other little things like makeup that I probably wouldn't use, while as Luke gave me a few books that I've been wanting to read. By the time I got up to the main entrance and to my bedroom, it was almost 9:30. I got changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top and brushed my teeth before laying in bed and closing my eyes, waiting for sleep to come. After half an hour of restlessness, I got up and decided to go make some tea, hoping it would help. I walked out of my room and to the kitchen where I put water in an old tea kettle I found in a cupboard and put it on the stove. I went over to the cabinets and searched for some tea, but all I came up with was some raspberry flavored tea. It will have to make do, though. The kettle screeched after a few minutes and I poured the water into a mug as put the tea bag in, dunking it to help the process go quicker. I sat down at a stool behind the island and waited for the tea to steep, laying my head down on the counter to feel the cool granite on my warm cheeks. When I deemed it ready, I tossed the tea bag into the trash and picked up my mug and started towards my room. As I passed the library, I thought again and backtracked, pushing open the library door with one hand. I found the ladder unmoved from earlier, and climbed up to sit at the top, feet dangling off the edge and sipping my tea. When my tea was gone, I set the mug down beside me and looked up at the clear, glass dome above me. I laid down on my back and looked through the glass at the stars, admiring the beauty that was not often seen in the smoggy city. It was captivating. I found the Big and Little Dipper, but before I could find Orion's Belt, my heavy eyelids closed and I fell into a peaceful slumber.
Jace After sending a fire message out for three new dummies, I settled into bed with a book; it was a good one, apparently, because four hours had gone by in the meantime. Since I didn't feel like reading anymore, I got up and went on a search for Clary. She wasn't in her room, or the kitchen, but there was a warm kettle on the stove top, so someone was there recently. I checked in the library quickly, but didn't see her anywhere among the books, and the training room as well. Getting exasperated, I went back to my room to give her a call. Hi, this is Clary! Obviously I can't get to the phone so leave a message! Bye, her voice mail said cheerfully. I didn't leave a message but I called back a few or so more times, getting the same response each time. Well, it's her birthday, maybe she just went out with her mom or something. But why couldn't she shoot me a text letting me know that? I didn't mention it this morning, but I planned on doing something special for her tonight, something sweet for the two of us. But with the way she was acting all day, it didn't seem like she wanted to do anything at all, so I figured I'd wait and let her come to me. That worked out just great. I momentarily had a panic attack when I thought about her getting hurt, getting attacked by a demon if she went out. I quickly gave myself a mental slap to get that crap out of my head. If she can throw a knife and hit a bull's eye, then she can defend herself. She knows that she should keep some sort of weapon on her at all times, I've told her so quite a few times. She will be okay and she will be back. I plopped down on my bed and laid there, trying to get some sleep, but it didn't come. Getting up with a huff, I left my room and headed to the library with full intent of starting the second book on my list. I pulled the second book out from a shelf and sprawled across a plush over sized armchair, legs over the armrests. I started chapter two, but before I could get anywhere, I was asleep.
Jace The morning sun woke me from my sleep with it's warmth and brightness. I groggily opened my eyes and with blurry vision caught a glimpse of fiery red hair leaving the library. I smiled and stretched out; sleeping sideways in an armchair isn't the most comfortable. I smiled goofily again at the thought of Clary, knowing that no one was watching. I went back to my room to shower and change before heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. Maryse was cooking bacon, pancakes, and toast. I walked into the dining room and sat next to Clary, murmuring a good morning and giving her a kiss on the cheek. I struck up a conversation with Alec, who sat across from me, as we ate breakfast, but he didn't seem very talkative today.
Clary I sat through breakfast with my head down, silently eating my share of bacon and pancakes. I even did pretty well in ignoring all the irritated glares Alec sent me when Jace wasn't looking. Jace quickly disappeared to wherever it is he goes, promising to see me later. I was heading towards the library for no real reason but the fact that I liked it there. "We need to talk," Alec's cold voice came from beside me all of a sudden, scaring me a little. I looks at him skeptically and nod. "Um, sure. I was just going to go find Jace, bu-" "I want you to stay away from Jace," he said very firmly, cutting me off, but I was not about to let him intimidate me. I had given up a great friendship for Jace, and I was going to get my worth, no matter how bad that sounds. I really like him. "Excuse me?" I turned and threw my hands onto my hips in anger. "Who are you to tell me to stay awa-" I was interrupted mid sentence again, but it wasn't from him trying to talk over me. He had moved so fast it made my head spin, but somehow, I was pinned to the wall by Alec's forearm. I gasped in pain and my hands came up to pry away his arm, but his eyes went dark and he switched positions so that his hands were around my neck. I cried out, then felt stupid for using my oxygen like that. I tried and tried in vain to scratch at his arms and hands, but his hands didn't relent, and neither did his once-blue, innocent eyes. They looked almost black now, and the anger on his face seemed out of place, even for Alec. I started struggling more when my oxygen went low, leaving a pounding in my head and my face hot and red from loss of circulation. All the while he just stared at me, and I stared back at him. I knew he wasn't going to stop, and I was seriously scared at that point, wondering if I was going to die by the hands of my boyfriends best friend- his parabatai. I stopped struggling and relaxed to the best of my ability, but it didn't help any air come through. I was on my last bit of air, and I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal of the air escaping my now blue lips. The darkness came in, and I let it, happy to leave the pain behind. I saw everything as if it were an out of body experience, as if the red head pinned to the wall wasn't me, but someone else. I turned in horror to see Alec looking dazed and in pain, the beautiful blue sapphires coming back, leaving the black of death behind. He looked as horrified as I felt, both of us seeing his hands wrapped around my slim neck, and he slid to the ground, bringing me gently with him. My head slipped to the side and I wondered if I was dead already, a ghost of what I was seconds ago. I knew I wasn't dead yet, but my chest wasn't moving either; I could just feel it. You'd think that someone who was so oxygen-depraved would be gasping and sputtering for air, but my physical body was past that point. I was closer to that point just before death, when everything slows down and you see the world for what it really was. Right now, it was pretty dark. In a sickeningly slow pace I heard Alec curse in a harsh whisper before he turned, pulling at his hair in exasperation before he knelt down and laid my body flat on the ground in a recovery position. He pushed some hair out of my face and tilted my chin up to open my airway, but before he started the CPR, I knew it was too late. I could feel the life leave the physical body underneath me as I felt the incorporeal me fade away into nothingness.
Alec I blacked out like I have a few times in the past few days. It normally happens when I'm alone in my room, or reading in the library, but never around people. This time, I blacked out right after telling Clary that I needed to talk to her, but I don't even remember what I wanted to say to her. When I wake up, I see Clary through blurry eyes, my sight slowly clearing as if a film is being peeled away. Her head was hanging limp and her eyes were fluttering half-open, as if trying to stay awake. She was pinned against a wall by hand, and it was suffocating her. But whose hand is it? It took me a moment to realized it was mine. In absolute horror I loosened my grip and set her to the ground gently. I expected her start coughing or gasping for air, or something, but she just laid there, unresponsive. "Shit!" What did I just do… I killed her… Iratzes healed cuts and broken bones, they'll even open up a crushed airway, but they can't make you take in air. I can't take her to the infirmary, they'll kill me if I hurt her! I recalled the emergency mundane training that Maryse taught us when we were younger. I laid her flat and tilted her chin up to open her airways. As I hovered over her, I couldn't help but realize how tiny and fragile she was. How could I do this? I didn't have time to think about any of that, I had to try to save her. I leaned down and pressed my ear to her chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was none. I reached down and pressed my index and middle finger to the inside of her wrist to feel for a pulse. After a few second, my heart leaped in hope at the small, faint beat I found. It was becoming slower and far apart; she's dying. Right here. In my lap. I wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't. I placed my interlaced hands on her chest and pressed down, each compression coming in quick succession. I put my ear to her mouth to check for breath, but there was none. I pinched her nose and covered her mouth with mine while keeping her chin tilted up, breathing into her twice, watching her chest rise. I switched back to compression's again. After two round of compression's and breaths, I was getting very exasperated. Why hasn't anybody come down this hall yet? It's a main hall for Raziel's sake! On the third round, I gave her two deep breaths and paused to watch. Her chest rose on its own, and it kept steadily rising and falling. Thank the Angel, I thought as I bent over her body, letting the tears fall in relief. I almost killed her. I think I did kill her, but I brought her back. That's got to count for something, right? "Clary?" I whispered in her ear. If I was expecting a movement or response or something, then I was stupid because she's knocked out cold. With her eyes closed, I would easily have thought she was sleeping. But I know better, and it scared me that she wasn't responding. I may be gay, and I may have wanted to keep her from Jace, but I would never wish this on another shadowhunter, even one that was raised a mundane. She is only, what, like fifteen? I know shadowhunters die young, but not from another shadowhunters hand. They die of demon poisoning or an injury beyond what can be fixed with an iratze or a warlock. Still worried, I carefully, as if she where rare diamond, picked up her wrist and took her pulse again. There was nothing. In utter confusion I looked over her again to make sure I wasn't imagining the rise and fall of her breaths. How could someone be breathing but have no pulse? I bent over her half-open mouth and felt her hot breath on my cheek.
I promise Clary is not dead forever(i don't like it when people are dead forever, i watched my grandfather die), but i do have a big surprise for you all in then next chapter or so! so be prepared! as always, i love my readers, please R&R and don't forget to favorite and follow!
Tori~XOXO