Here is Chapter 10, hope you like it!

It was 6:00 am – at least according to the clock outside the training room. It was six am and all he could think about washer; her eyes, her hair, her lips... her kiss. He attempted to shake it off, but he just couldn't erase her from his mind... or his heart. He stood at the doors of the training room, wearing his shadowhunter gear and took a deep breath as he braced himself for what lie ahead.

He flung the door open and a knife went flying toward his head. He caught it in one swift move, smirking, "Really Father? Predictable!"

Valentine smirked, as if waiting for something. That's when he felt the burning pain in his hand; he dropped the blade to the ground and stared at his now blistered hand. Confusion was quickly replaced with realisation. 'Demon metal;Fantastic! This will be an interesting lesson,' He thought sarcastically.

Valentine's grin widened, "Let's spar!" He announced; his arms flung out wide as if presenting something magnificent.

He ran towards Jonathon with a hunger to fight. Moments before Valentine reached Jonathon he jumped and sprang off a wall, flipping as he landing on one of the roofs balancing beams.

Valentine spun around and looked up at Jonathon's devilish grin, "Good try old man."

"Who are you calling 'Old Man?'" Was the snarky reply.

With that, they pounced at each other.

...

It was now noon and they had been non-stop training since six am. Jonathon had Valentine pinned to the ground.

"Can we eat now?" Jonathon sighed, still not releasing his grip on Valentine.

Valentine sighed sarcastically, "I guess so."

Jonathon smile, released his grip and held out a hand to help his father to his feet. As they exited the room, he was hit with images if Emelina; her scent, her touch, the memories of their kiss flooded his through him. His body reacted immediately,and, panicked his father would notice, (shadowhunter gear is quite tight) he quickly turned on his heel and rushed towards his room.

Valentine yelled after him in confusion, "Where are you going?"

Without stopping, he shouted back, "I'm going for a shower!" he then mumbled to himself, "A cold shower; a very cold shower."

Valentine shrugged and strolled towards the kitchen.

As soon as the door to his bedroom closed behind him, he stripped his shadowhunter gear off and climbed into a nice, calming, cold shower.

As he scrubbed the soap over his now calm body, he started complaining to himself, "Seriously? You chose then to think about her?"

He finished his shower and dried off. He put on a pair of baggy light grey track pants, a tight dark grey shirt and his favourite black zip-up hoodie. He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, and felt the cold of the glass stairs on his bare feet. A shiver ran up his spine. His father was sitting at the table eating left-overs and was reading a book; 'the Art of War'. It was Valentine's favourite. Jonathon strolled into the kitchen and returned with a plate of left-overs that had been zapped in the microwave. He sat opposite his father and started eating.

Valentine's eyes never left the book, "A Devrek demon bites you. You're dying, what or who can save you?"

Jonathon looked up from his plate and rolled his eyes. Valentine did this every week; at a random moment he wouldjust start a verbal pop-quiz.

Jonathon answered with ease, "A child of Lilith (warlock), not a weak warlock but a powerful one."

Valentine smiled tightly, eyes still reading his book. "Good. Next question…"

...

It went on for hours, but finally, his father finished. Jonathon headed up to his room to change before he met Emelina. Hedecided on denim blue jeans, a tight long sleeved black shirt,and his grey sneakers. Finally he shrugged his trusty black hoodie back on. Jonathon exited the apartment leaving a note that read:

Father,

I've gone out for the night, don't wait up, and yes I'll behave myself.

-Jonathon

Just before he stepped out he picked up his stele and shoved it in his back pocket, covering the top of it with his shirt and jumper.

He ran most of the way there; he had drawn a stamina rune on his arm so he wouldn't get all sweaty before he got there. When he approached the shack he saw her sitting on the steps twiddling he thumbs, hair hanging in her bruise covered face. Her head jerked up as she heard footsteps, a smile crept onto her face as she saw him. She hurried down the steps to meet him.

They met at the bottom of the steps, she looked up at him, excitement flickered in her eyes, "You came," she said, surprise –or was it disbelief?- in her expression.

He looked at her with adorable confusion, "Did you think I wasn't coming?"

She smiled at him, the way she did when she flung her arms around his neck when he kissed her, "Maybe."

At that moment all he wanted was her; he wanted to hold her, kiss her- have her. He wanted to carry her into the safe house and never leave. She saw what he was thinking in his eyes andgiggled, which only made him want her more. She grabbed his hand and dragged him behind her. They ran across the gravel road and through the bush across the road. They seemed to have ducked under a thousand branches; he soon noticed they were going up-hill. After 50 minutes of dodging and ducking, they soon came to a clearing, obviously at the top of a hill. She let go of his hand and walked up to the peak and sat down, legs crossed, staring out at the sky.

She whipped her head around to see him standing at the bottom on the clearing, "Are you coming?" She patted the ground next to her.

He smiled and jogged up to her and sat down. He was watching her looking out at the sky and she noticed. She grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at what she was looking at; the sunset.

"I come here sometime and watch the sun set." They both watched the sun setting, but Jonathon couldn't help but lookback at her.

Emelina, still looking out at the sunset, sighed. "Beautiful."

Jonathon's eyes traced all her features; her eyes, her lips, her hair... "I was thinking the same thing."

Once the sun set she turned her head to see him looking at herwith so much love and devotion that she leaned forward and cupped his face in her hand and brushed her lips against him. He laid her down on the grass, kissing her attentively. Each kiss was soft and gentle and expressed so much love... devotion... trust.

After a romantic kissing session they ended up looking at the stars. They were lying in a 'T' shape; her head was on his chest her hair spread across it like sleeping Beauty's. He was gently combing his fingers through it. She could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the stars and then, without thinking, Jonathon asked, "Em, who's Joshua?"

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