Egoistic is how'd I'd explain Jace. He gives me one flat glance and I feel a fever rush to my cheeks. I haven't blushed over a boy. Ever. I haven't wanted to admit it but as his glides through the tangle of Shadowhunters, leading us towards the hall, I feel a distant urge to lace our hands. Over the drastically fast minutes I haven't even given my mind a chance to fully process our moment in the weapons room. If any attractive boy would tell me he loves me I would have scoffed and walked away but Jace telling me he loves me almost feels familiar which slightly unnerves me. Yet again I abandon pile of questions as I'm lead into a vast hall adorned with pristine ceilings and a fountain built in with a mermaid.

"Mermaids huh?" Simons asks, strained.

"I've never fully understood the Shadowhunter style either," Magnus agrees with a bright laugh, flourishing his arms towards the stacking benches holding bustling Shadowhunters.

Simon reacts with an awkward twist of his lips which escapes a terse laugh as he studies the warlock. His eyes pass over Magnus to me with a riptide of emotion. I smile back, gauche. Magnus, getting no other reply keeps on walking with a muffled huff.

A flash of familiar red hair dances between the crowd that sends an unnerving shiver down my spine. I move to say something with my eyebrows furrowed of confusion but, with an alarmed look, Jace steers us to the front bench.

"Who is that?" I demand, "Why do I keep seeing her?"

"No one you need to care about," Jace utters, his attention diverted towards the crowd.

With a disgruntled huff, I slump next to Izzy on the front bench, fumbling with my hands in my lap. I can feel Izzy's eyes boring into mine so I snap my head back to look at her with a questioning glare. The corners of her vibrant red lips quirk into a smile as she flicks a thick strand of dark hair off her face. "I've missed you Clary."

"Same here."

Her smile immediately falters as she places her delicate hand on my shoulder, "Don't be like that. We'll get your memories back and everything will be the way it's supposed to," She says encouragingly, "Okay?"

I let my eyes meet hers and it sends me a wave of hope, upturning the corners of my mouth, "Okay."

I didn't even realise Jace and Alec had gone until they come back, hunched deep in conversation. Next to me, Simons eyes are still dancing around the hall, taking in anything and everything. "What's going on?" Izzy rises, her voice as strong as the muscles sculpting her body.

"The Clave is sending us over there," Alec quotes monotone, the beams of light from the high windows glinting his strong blue eyes and glowing against his black hair. The sun protrudes the ink curling around his neck and the runes burned onto his pure muscle arms along with thin scars alike with Jace's, covering his hands.

"What?" Magnus' head snaps from his lap where soft trundles of smoke are oozing from his hands, "You can' just leave Alexander-"

"You're coming with us. I made sure of it," Amusement barely hidden under Alec's flat tone.

"Who's us?" Izzy insists, grasping everyone's attention with her firm tone as she always does. Her hands on her hips where a thin layer of runed skin shows from beneath a red t-shirt.

"Everyone," Jace's gaze is firm on Isabelle from beneath his thick lashes. A silent communication crosses between them from the way their heads minutely nods.

"But Simon," She finishes, her blue eyes flickering towards my best friend next to me whose dark eyes are protruding from their sockets in surprise.

"No," I spit with a dry grunt as I jump from my place on the bench. Jace's eyes graze across from Izzy to mine along with a disgruntled rumble. Alec and Magnus break apart their silent staring as Izzy rakes her hands through her hair, "I'm not going anywhere without Simon. I might have known you guys before but right now I only feel safe with him. You want me to go to Scotland to search for my murderous brother, right? Then Simon's coming too."

"It's not your decision Clary-"

"He's going Jace. Or I'm not," I challenge with a fierce agitation. Pursing his lips with a mumbled curse, he turns away back into the crowd. Izzy stifles a laugh with a bite of her lips and walks out the open doors into the fresh breeze of Idris.

"I love it when people challenge him. It gives him a knock from his high seat," Magnus laughs, the slits of his eyes enlarging slightly.

Simon stammers words over Magnus' speaking and clamps his sweaty hands around mine, "Are- are you sure C-Clary?"

"Yes Simon," I smile hearteningly, "He'll be safe, right?" I turn back to Alec with question.

"He'll be fine."

"See Si, you'll be fine."