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Chapter 10

CPOV

I held the bow firmly yet gently, it was an odd combination, but the adequate for the weapon in hand. Alec had once told me that they key was to incorporate the bow to my movements as if it was a part of my body. I inhaled, held my breath for three seconds and freed the arrow from my grip with my exhale. The arrow hit home. I smiled in satisfaction and positioned the fifth arrow. I took a long breath as I pulled the arrow and aimed for the target, I stared ahead, shifting my fingers until the position was good. Before I could release the arrow, I was interrupted by the door opening.

Jonathan had come with me to train but a man in his early twenties had come in the middle of our daily training, he and Jonathan exchanged a few words. The man had left and Jonathan excused himself and let me stay to keep training. I did not ask where he was going, he wouldn't have answered anyways. I started wondering what the man and Jonathan had talked about. But after a few minutes I waved it off and decided to do some bow and arrow practice. Jonathan didn't really like to practice archery.

"Did Jonathan send you?" I asked the man who had just interrupted my bow practice, James.

"Indeed." He was dressed in shadowhunter gear, but I suspected he always was.

"His trusting issues are really annoying," I huffed.

James looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I assumed he wouldn't speak a word against Jonathan. He didn't know how to respond – he didn't know what he was supposed to say in the situation.

"Relax, James."

He just stared back.

"How about we do some training together?" I suggested.

James cleared his throat. "I don't think Jonathan would like that."

"Did Jonathan do anything to you?" I asked, remembering how angry he had been when he saw me covered in our training injuries. "And don't lie to me."

"He did not," James said sincerely. "He said the only reason I wasn't punished was you speaking up for me. Thank you for that."

"You don't need to thank me," I smiled, hearing that Jonathan hadn't done anything to James after I asked him not to, "it was hand to hand training, we were to get hurt."

James nodded and stayed quiet.

"Are you Jonathan's right hand or something?"

"Not quite," he shook his head. "I'm just in charge of the house security."

I raised my eyebrows. "Is there cameras in the house?"

"Only in the great room and his office," he said.

I was relieved. I did not have anything to hide but knowing I was being watched made me uncomfortable. I had never gone into Jonathan's office and being watched in the great room was not as uncomfortable as if I was being watched in my room.

"How come I had never seen you until Jonathan made that trip?"

"He doesn't want me inside the house itself," he explained. He looked uneasy as if he was unsure he was allowed to share this information with me. "I just guard from outside."

"You're better company than Stephanie," I said.

Either my mind was playing tricks on me James had actually smiled for a split second. "She's not my favorite person."

"Really?" I laughed. "We have something in common."

"She's bossy," he grunted.

I laughed again, finding the situation hilarious. Surprisingly, James snorted a laugh.

"Did I miss something?" Jonathan was standing by the door, his eyebrows arched and arms crossed.

"We were telling jokes," I lied slyly.

"Right," Jonathan nodded, making his way towards us. "James, you're dismissed."

"Yes, sir," James gave him a nod.

"Until later James," I smiled at him.

"Have a nice day Miss –I mean Clary," he corrected himself after I gave him a look.

"Since when are you two friends?" Jonathan raised his questioning eyebrows at me, James was already out the door.

"Is not like I see many people lately," I shrugged. Jonathan stayed quiet. I hoped he didn't get upset, I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining. I did not intend to start an argument. "Anyway, are we going to continue our training or do you have something to do?"

"We can continue where we left off," he said absently.

He grabbed his sword, we had been about to start sword practice when we were interrupted, a thoughtful look was plastered on his face.

"Jonathan." My voice was soft and calm, his name rolled smoothly out of my tongue.

"Yes?" His lips were pressed into a line.

"Kiss me."

A smile ripped through his lips. He put the sword back and turned to me. Jonathan placed his palms on my hips, pulling me closer to him. He moved a hand to my cheek, delicately caressing it. He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips into mines. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies were flushed together.

A soft, delicate kiss turned into a fierce make-out. I kissed him like his lips were water and I was dry in a scorched desert. His lips moved desperately against mines as id he was waiting for me to turn into ashes and disappear at any moment. He gripped me hip firmly and backed me against the table.

Jonathan removed his hand from my cheek, breaking the kiss, and pushed everything off the table. He reconnected his lips to mines, my arms automatically wrapped around his neck again. Both of his hands slid to my thighs, I didn't let go of him as he lifted me and sat me in the wooded table. His body was pressed against me, his grip on my thighs remained firm and I was enjoying it.

The way he was gripping me and kissing me roughly yet careful enough to not leave marks or hurt me. The intensity of the kiss made a rush of adrenaline travel through my body. His touch felt like electric shocks, making my skin react, inching closer as if being drawing to his like magnets.

Jonathan's lips roamed over my neck, planting butterfly kissed, his nose tickling the pale skin. A small gasp left my lips when Jonathan sucked in the skin. His lips traveled back up, placing a delicate kiss to my swollen lips.

"Are you going to grab your sword?" His breath ghosted over my face.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He chuckled, pulling away and picking up his sword. "C'mon Clary, didn't you said you want to keep training?"

"Yes but-"I trailed off as he raised his eyebrows.

I swallowed my frustration and hopped off the table. I picked a sword, the one I usually use, and walked to the center if the room, dragging a big pile of disappointment with me. Jonathan confuses me half of the time, which conjured headaches to hammer down my skull. I conjectured Jonathan never approached blind. His steps were calculate, so were his halts.

Jonathan conveyed the impression of applying his fighting rules to his daily life. He analyzes the situation before taking a step. He is smart. Reaching him was a tough task, but the more I spend with him the easier it is to crumble the wards he had surrounded himself with. I felt like I know him better than anyone else ever has. But I assumed no one ever contemplated giving him a chance to know him. When they hear his name the color would leave their face as if they had just been delivered the news that they had caught the black purge.

Before my heart betrayed me, sweeping me off my feet and making me land on my face, I was one of them. Simply hearing his name made me sick. Now when he stares at me or says my name. , my heart skips a beat and my stomach feels like it's being attacked by butterflies, their wings flopping around, tickling my insides.

"You're a really confusing person." I declared. I held the sword tightly, taking a firm step back with my right leg.

"And you're not?" He chuckled.

I shut my mouth at that. The first two weeks I had been on and off with Jonathan. I had kissed him back several times just to push him back seconds later. I figured he must have felt as frustrated as I am now. "So is this revenge? Payback?"

He smirked, shaking his head slightly. "Not at all."

I arched my eyebrows in response, I was not that convinced.

"I just want to do things right with you, Clary."

I sighed, deciding to drop the subject, satisfied with his response. I wanted us to work out too. Jonathan made me feel a certain way no one had before, it wasn't just lust, it was love and passion. A beautiful feeling with several combined. I felt fear of losing him, of losing us. Lust, every time he touches my skin, which ached for him, every time he kisses me. Safe, for every time he held me close. Happiness, when he looks at me with his dark mysterious eyes and his lips twitch into a smile. And hope, for us, on him.

It was too soon to know if I was stepping into solid ground. Our path was still rocky and unstable. I didn't trust Jonathan completely and I knew he didn't either. Rushing things wouldn't be wise if we want this to work out. When I decided to follow my heart instead of my mind I knew it wouldn't be easy. Relationships are never easy, ours has higher challenges, but knew that and still took the risk. If we go downhill, at least I know I tried. I certainly hope it does not happen that ways. If we don't have a future together, what else would I have? What we are doing might be morally wrong, but my heart says it is right. All warriors must trust their heart. We fight for what we love, other else our wars would be pointless.

"Ready?" Jonathan asked.

"Ready," I confirmed.

Our swords clicked together in one fast movement. We proceeded to sword fight across the room, trying to stay in the center only. The clicks of our swords colliding echoed through the training room. Our footsteps and breathing were audible as the intensity increased. Adrenaline was circulating through our veins, making our senses sharper, our hearts beat faster, and our bodies immune to tiredness or pain.

We continued to battle practice for half an hour. We maintained an intensified pace for most of it. Jonathan pointed out a weak spot of mine and we continued for another half an hour correcting it. Jonathan had better strategies and moves than I do. It's not to be surprised of, he was raised as a shadowhunter whereas I was raised as a mundane, shielded of the world I belonged to. I learn from him when we train. He admitted I am good and only need refining.

Jonathan has a natural infinite stamina. I had not seen him run out of energy during any of our practices. He doesn't need a rune to keep him going during practice. I do, after two ours I need to draw a stamina rune on my shoulder or arm so I can keep up with him. It is nothing to be ashamed of, shadowhunters need those runes. However my runes tend to last longer, due to my angel blood. If I draw the rune at the beginning of practice, I do not need to stop, it keeps me going through out practice. I enjoy the sensation of holding a stele, through the years I became used to the feeling of the stele pressing against my skin. I used to draw the runes for Isabelle before and after a hunt. She rather had me do them, saying mines were neater and stronger.

"I think it's enough for today," Jonathan said.

I dried my hair as much as I could with the white towel and extended the towel in the chair that was in my room. I left my lonely room and walked up the stairs. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. He could still be in the shower up in his room but that was odd, I took like half an hour whilst he usually takes fifteen minutes tops.

"Oh hello Clary," Stephanie walked out the kitchen, a glass of water in hand.

I clenched my jaw, staring at her with an unfriendly look. "What are you doing here?"

"Jonathan called me," She smiled, taking a sip of water. "Said he needs me."

"Where is he?" I snapped.

"In his office."

I turned away from her.

"He's busy," she called out. "Don't interrupt him Clary. He could get upset and lock you down in the basement-oh I mean your room."

I took all my self-control not to turn around and punch her in the face. But I rather no react our show any sign of her words affect me. I walked up to Jonathan's office, which he usually kept lock if he wasn't inside.

The three man in the room turned to look at me as I walked in. Jonathan was sitting behind his black wooded desk. The same man that had interrupted our practice earlier was sitting across from him, James was sitting next to him. The three of them were dressed in shadowhunter gear.

"What's going on?" I locked my gaze with Jonathan.

"Clary I'll talk to you in five minutes," Jonathan pursed his lips.

"No," I shook my head, "tell me what's going on, now."

"Clary," Jonathan's voice carried a warning tone but I stood still. "Fine."

He glanced back to James and the other man, signaling them to the door. They nodded understandingly and went out the door.

"Why must you be so stubborn?" Jonathan scolded, his dark eyes staring at me.

"What is going on?" I demanded. "And why is she here?"

Jonathan ran a hand through his ivory hair. He did not look happy. But I wanted answers. Thirty minutes in the shower and the harlot is back and three men in black are plaining the Angel knows what in the office. What else had I missed?

"The warlock," Jonathan said. "Bane, he is very persistent about finding you."

"Magnus," I whispered the name which came with a scoop of memories and nostalgia.

"I have to go."

I blinked, staring back at him as his worlds rolled off his tongue. "You are not going to hurt him, are you?"

Jonathan exhaled out audibly, he was tapping his fingers against the wooden desk. "No. I told you I wouldn't hurt them. I will keep my word."

"Why do you have to go?"

"He tracked you," Jonathan sighed.

"What?" I stared at him in disbelief.

"My men were quick to act on it." He explained. "Were in a different location now."

I only nodded, is not like I could say anything else. But it bothered me how I couldn't notice the change, I forget I am in one of those stupid jump-from-place-to-place houses that Valentine owned. World War III could break out and I wouldn't notice.

"Then what's the matter?" I asked. "We're somewhere else now."

"Yes but he found a way to track you," Jonathan pressed the issue. "I need to know how and do something about it," he paused noticing the look on my face, "without hurting him, of course."

"Don't tell me Stephanie is here to baby sit me," I pursed my lips.

"Sorry," he sighed. "I can't leave you alone."

"What about James?" I suggested.

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Clary, he works outside the house," he shot me an annoyed look. "I can't find someone else to trade jobs, please just stop being so damn stubborn and deal with it."

I walked out the room, slamming the door after me. I took quick steps but Stephanie stood in my way. "Are you okay? Ah, did he get mad? I am sorry but I told you –"

I silenced her with a hard punch. She gasped. Her wide eyes stared at me, full of range, she took a step back. James covered a laugh with a cough. Stephanie shot him a murderous look. She was beyond angry but she didn't dare punch me.

"Excuse me," I smiled at her before walking away.

I descended the stairs to my room, slamming the door after me. I leaned against the door, evening out my breath now that I was alone. Why does it always and up bad? It was like an irrevocable curse was hunting me. It wouldn't let me be happy.

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