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Clary POV

I turned in my chair to look up at the creepy faces of the Silent Brothers. They stood in the doorway to the kitchen with Hodge who was looking slightly nervous and kept shifting. I narrowed my eyes at him and he jumped. Hmmm there was definitely something there. I'd check it out later.

Can we continue this in the library? I'm sure everyone would be more comfortable.

I suppressed a shiver and stood slowly, aware of the others moving around me and heading towards the door like the good little obedient shadowhunters they were. I trailed after them, rolling my eyes, not bothering to listen in on their hushed conversations. My focus was on my father. Or rather, the conversation with my father last night. I replayed it over in my mind as I walked. Oliver. I supposed he was sort of a foster brother to me. Great, another family member. A supposedly useless one at that. Though there were only a few reasons my father considered anyone useless. That was if they failed to pass his training, or if they didn't meet his standards. I was curious to meet him. See what was so wrong that my father felt the need to abandon him.

"Clarissa." I jolted as a voice hissed in my ear, then scowled at Riley.

"What?" I snapped.

"We're here and if I didn't snap you out of whatever daydream you were in you would have walked right into the railing and possibly fallen over it." He informed me, as though I should be grateful to him.

I looked around me and snorted. I was standing at the balcony where the staircase split off to go down to the library below.

"Huh. I guess you're right. Though my awesome reflexes would have insured that I didn't get hurt too badly in the fall. Actually, probably I wouldn't have been hurt at all." I mused, staring at the floor below.

"Yeah well-" He started but didn't finish.

I shot Riley a haughty glance, then proved my point. I jumped over the railing, flipped once and rolled as I landed soundlessly, coming to a graceful halt on my feet, completely unharmed. A stunned silence followed my actions then-

"By the Angel." I looked up and caught Jace's eye again. He was grinning and then mouthed

"Later."

I frowned instantly and turned away, walking to the chair at the head of the table. There would be no later between us. Jeez, that boy was trouble.

I turned to face the Silent Brothers who were seated on either side of me.

"Ok, let the interrogation begin." I smiled a razor sharp smile, which only widened as I caught the expression on Stephen Herondales face. He was glaring at me as though I had just put a kitten in a hot oven. Hah, stupid-

I walked through the corridors of Morgenstern Manor, having finished training for the day and not having anything else to do. My red hair was up in a pony tail, hanging to halfway down my back and my skin glistened slightly with a thin layer of sweat. I wore short black running shorts and a black tank top. I was humming tunelessly under my breath but stopped all movement suddenly. My ears perked up at the sound of raised voices and I pressed myself against the wall listening for more.

"-treating her like a machine. She's ten years old! Not fucking twenty one." An angry male voice I didn't know spoke up.

"She's my daughter-" My fathers voice, sharp as razors.

"Yes, she's your daughter, not a robot." The male voice interrupted. My eyes widened. It took guts to interrupt Valentine Morgenstern.

"How's Lisa?" My fathers voice changed, turning syrupy and charming. I knew that voice. He meant business. "The baby must be nearly due. Lisa's not ill anymore is she? I assume she took the medicine I gave you for her."

My breath came faster. Curiosity strong in my expression. I turned to peak in the door to my fathers office and saw-

The memory faded in a flash of light and I blinked the sudden change in scenery. The institute library. My eyes focused on the two Silent Brothers, Stepehen, Robert, Maryse, Celine and Jocelyn frowning at me. I scowled again.

"Dude that was so not cool! Some warning might be nice next time." I snapped.

Apologies. The voice echoed in my head, not sounding in the least bit apologetic. That was the memory closest to your thoughts.

It was? But all it was was an overheard conversation about me and some pregnant lady and-OH. Shit. And a baby. A baby who would have been born nearly six years ago. Six years was plently long enough for my father to pass judgment on skill. The medicine. That proved it. My father had experimented on the child. The child who was now five years old. Who's parents knew my father, and apparently me. Only I didn't remember them. Not one thing.

What is your father planning?

One of the bothers asked me. I was still reeling from the discovery and didn't know if they would be able to see my dreams so I just shrugged.

"Not a clue. He never tells me anything. Hell, I'm lucky if he even tells me when he adjusts my training or brings in new weapons." I leaned back in my chair, confident that I wouldn't give anything away with my words.

A scoff came from behind me, where the other residents were.

I half turned to meet the scornful eyes of Jace Herondale.

"Can I help you?" I said in my bitchiest tone.

"Come on, Red. You expect us to believe that Valentine never told you anything? You're his daughter."

"Well, no I don't expect you to believe me because you lot are the most skeptical bunch of mother fuckers I've ever met but it's the truth. Which is more than I usually give so be happy." I responded, turning my back on him and his ever present smirk.

I felt an unpleasant pulling sensation on my mind and winced.

'It is the truth' Brother Jeremiah said.

Oh. So they checked my brain for any sign of lying. How lovely.

"And just to clear everything up: my father is a very private man. He rarely shares his plans unless there's something he needs me to do. Which is also rare" lie, but I kept my face blank and heartbeat steady. "So this questioning is completely pointless. You're better off asking Blackwell about what he knows. I can tell you he will be in London within the next week. You can catch him there."

I shifted in my seat and met the creepy gazes of the silent brothers in front of me. Blackwell would easily evade whoever they sent to catch him and I needed to give them something. After all, Valentine told me to get them to allow me out. What better way than to give them a means to get information? Plus I totally hated Blackwell and he hated me. He deserved a little bother.

It was silent for a few moments then-

"Can we show her that we're telling the truth?" Jonathon spoke up from behind me. "Mum? Can you show her?" he sounded almost desperate as he came to stand by my chair.

The look on Jocelyn's face was unreadable as she gazed at me. I stared back at her, equally stony faced.

"Ok, Brother Jeremiah?"

Very well.

There was a clearing, a house in the middle of it. Or rather- the remains of a house. It had been burnt horribly. I understood. The Fairchild house, A redhead woman knelt in the ashes sobbing. Jocelyn. A childs charred bones laid before her, half buried in the destruction.

"He killed her. My baby." She was mumbling, between sobs.

The scene changed then-

We were in a room. It was small, a single bed in the corner, a lamp on the white desk beside it, evening light streamed through the window on the far wall and opposite the bed a wardrobe took up the wall. Jocelyn was there with Luke, tears were rolling down her face again as she stared down at an ornately carved box with the initials C.A.M. Inside the box was a lock of red hair, a tiny shoe and clutched in her hand was a picture. I squinted at it, looking closer and feeling shock zing through my body. It was me. But I looked so happy. I couldn't have been more than eight months old, and my baby face grinned out at the camera.

"She would be four today." Jocelyn mumered. "He took that away from her. He took her away from me."

I was pulled out of the memory quickly and I saw the adults' expectant faces turned towards me. My mind was reeling and I only had one thought in my mind. He lied to me. Without warning I stood from my chair and stormed up the stairs, pushing past Jonathon, my eyes were stinging and I made it down the corridor and into a little alcove before I broke. Tears streamed down my face though I held in all sounds or sadness. Anger and grief warred inside me. I was going to kill him. I was going to hunt him down and-

"Clary?"

I looked up into the familiar eyes of Jace.

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