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Chapter 10

Clary P.O.V

I don't know how fast I dressed but it was like I was running a marathon and had to get to cross the line before anyone else. I quickly threw on my short black tank top, with my suede black jacket. Buckling my skinning black jeans with a rhino studded belt and jamming my short black boots I was running down the hall to Maryse office.

Jace and the others were already there along with Kirin surprisingly who was sitting curled up in Jace's embrace making something cold twist and coil in my stomach. I ignored them also looking to see Isabelle with black rings around her eyes looking hangover.

Alec was standing upright holding onto Magnus hand who was sitting on the sofa with an expression I couldn't detect properly, anger, sadness or annoyance?

I looked to Maryse who held a face of pity. Her hands trembling holding a white piece of paper scattered with black lines of ink.

All I could think of was one word. No.

Jace P.O.V

My whole attention was focused on Clary who looked so small and delicate, her whole body shaking. She took a deep breath. 'Maryse,'

Maryse moved from her oak table, the sunlight streaming from the glass windows on the roof hitting each corner of the room. She gently made her may over to Clary who was silently moving her lips in the word no.

'Clary,' Maryse said quietly, her eyes so serious brought me back to Maxwell's funeral. She was the only one who held it together. Firm, kind and gentle. Everything a cub would seek comfort for. She handed Clary the white piece of paper, Clary took it, her eyes scanning the writing quickly.

Her lips fell open, the paper slipping down her fingers falling to the fall. I got up. 'Clary,' I say hesitant.

Maryse held up a hand, silencing me. Kirin started rubbing circles on my arm; I shrugged her off annoyed ignoring her protest. All my attention was on Clarissa.

'They found torn up clothes. A brown jacket with a blue neckerchief scarf.' Maryse said quietly. 'There was blood along with locks of hair,'

Clary's eyes widened. 'No,' she whispered

Maryse put a hand on her shoulder. 'Those were the last clothes he was seen wearing when he was taken,'

'No,' Clary murmured, shrugging Maryse's hand offs her shoulder.

'The clothes were found outside the border of Idris found in the forest of Freudian.' Maryse stepped closer to Clary holding her arm.

Clary moved away. 'N-Nooo' she stammered angry. 'NOOOO!' she wreathed herself from Maryse's grasp.

Maryse shot a look at Magnus who was getting up.

Magnus went up to Clary's trembling form. Clary turned to him with crestfallen eyes that broke my heart. Kirin stayed silent scanning my form and Clary. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

'Clary,' He said gently. 'Sweetheart, they sent forensics, a whole squad to look at the crime scene.'

'Crime scene?' Clary whispered like a timid child with pigtails who had just been told that Santa was not real.

Iz held Clary's hands in hers stroking it. 'He's dead Clarissa,'

Clary's eyes grew wild. She snatched herself from Iz, her lips trembling. 'How could any of you say that? What prompts you?' she snapped angered. I could see Jocelyn in her then, but what frightened me and caused my stomach to twist was that she had Valentine's anger flared in her eyes. 'So there are a few scraps of evidence but how can you say from that, he is dead!'

Maryse sighed looking worn out. 'Whatever explanation is there?'

Clary whirled on her. 'How could you have no hope?'

'Hope is not something to hold on to, it slips through your fingers easily.' Maryse says evenly and I can see she believes strongly in that.

'I don't believe it!' Clary said tears falling. I so badly wanted to comfort her. Kirin sucked in breath and rolled her eyes at the drama that appeared to her. Clary held a hand on her heart, eyes shining. 'Don't you think I would feel? Feel his presence gone?'

'We're not saying that-'Iz tried to say.

'I would know when he is dead Iz, our connection is beyond the minds of science and the evolution of the Earth,' Clary snapped again, but this time it is different. Her power seems to flow out of her, her words a breeze of cold wind dancing on our faces, even Kirin is gobsmacked like the rest of us. 'It is so much more. Bigger than the universe forming from a scrap of nothing, bigger than the start of a fertile egg in a mother's womb,' her eyes sparkled, my eyes widening at the sound of her power as the windows trembled. 'And,' she gave a bitter chuckle. 'You tell me he is dead?'

'Clary,' Magnus says the only sane one. 'You need to calm down,' He looked worried as he scanned the window pane trembling.

'Calm down! After I have been told that my little boy is dead! Surly Magnus, with the past you've had you must understand how I feel,'

'Your power will drain don't anger yourself,'

I was worried, I stood up and moved to Clary the heat and heavy golden glow was forming around her, her eyes blazing. 'Clary,' I say gently holding her arm. 'Stop,'

Clary threw her head back, her curls flowing down causing me to gasp at her beauty. Magnus started towards her quickly trying to break the glow.

'She needs to stop; I cannot get through the circle!' Magnus was cursing while Alec who had been silently staring was shouting at Magnus to do something.

I had my arm in, I could get in. Clary's head was still tipped back, her power and energy mingling together, pictures of black dashes of runes running past our heads with glittering objects.

'Magnus,' I tell him, he sees me and widens his eyes in understanding. He nods and I walk in, ignoring Izzy's cry out along with Maryse's frozen one. All my divided attention was on the most powerful beauty standing in front of me. Her legs dancing in the air with her hands waving around as if she is swimming.

Her lips moving together in a surprised awe, as she brushed her fingers against the invisible force of air, glitter and gold coming out. She looks down to me, and my breath goes shallow. Her vivid red curls are sprayed around her head, with her soft skin contrasting with her luminous green eyes. She looked like a goddess.

Suddenly my feet are in the air moving upwards to Clarys. I let the current and energy take me up to her, aware of the pair of eyes below. I didn't care. I stretched my hand out, stroking her rosy cheeks as she gazes at me.

'Let it run,' I say knowing that she needed it out.

Clary smiles and opens her mouth wider, letting a trail of golden dust and pattern waft around us, her fingers spring up and her body arches as it all drains out of her.

Ignoring Magnus's frustrated threats below of glittered hair. I move closer to Clary holding her to my chest, her eyes flutter close her black eyelashes brushing the tip of her cheekbones. I press a kiss to her forehead as she melts in my chest.

Clary P.O.V

My eyes are heavy so I struggle to open it. After a few minutes my eyes spring open and my lips taste like bitter cardboard.

'Quite a show you put on,' a smooth voice says.

I groan, as my shoulders roll back. 'I feel as though I have had this conversation before,' Jace smirked and started to speak. 'Yes, I know what I what happened to,'

My whole head feels like a battlefield erupted. My chest aches which Jace notices. He gets up and pushes a tonic towards me

I quench my forehead. 'Not poisoning me are you?'

Jace sneers, his golden hair falling down his face. 'If I was, don't you think I would seduce you in drinking it?' I blush at that about to raise it to my lips.

'Why has someone done that to you before?' Jace asks, quizzing curiosity shown in his deep golden pools of eyes.

I shrug, lifting the tonic towards my mouth. 'Yes, I had to pretend I was dead,' Jace eyes widen at that. 'But they got the antidote in time,' I say reassuringly.

I drink the tonic, its foul bitter taste sliding down my throat. Magnus must have fixed it. I think back to Maryse's office and the chaos I had caused. Making them all worried. I feel a weight of regret. The power spreads through me again, filling up the empty spaces of my body. Jace gasps at the beauty as I smile.

'I never seen anything so magical,' he breathes out.

I giggle as I blow letting out a swam of butterflies dance in front of him. I sigh. 'Chrissie taught me that,'

Jace comes nearer and sits on the bed. Too close. 'We will find him,'

I snap my gaze to his assertive one. 'You believe he is still alive?'

Jace reaches out a hand to hold mines. 'I do. You can never doubt what your heart feels,'

I clench my hand against his. 'You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that,' my lips curving upwards. This is why I was in love with him. His innocent gentle nature only let loose automatically when I am around him.

I am suddenly aware of how close we are, almost nose to nose.

My breath hitches as Jace stammers locking gaze with mines. He moves closer as I brush my nose against his, moulding my lips on to his gently. I give a soft sigh at how much I have missed him. He pushes me back down in to the covers as he lies on top, careful not to crush me with his weight. I lick his lower lip causing him to tremble as he bites my soft plump lower lip.

I moan out loud just as my phone beeps on my bed side.

Retching my lips from Jace, I answer breathless. 'Hello?' What did I just do?

I look at Jace's flushed face his eyes watching me, making me blush.

'Captain. It's me Aphrodite. You are requested immediately,'

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