A/N: Hello all! Such a great response to the last few chapters I am eternally grateful. Much love!

JACE

"So what did Lewis want?" I ask casually as we stroll through the cavernous halls of the catacombs. I went with her against my will but it isn't so bad.

"Oh," she replies, equally casually. I guess he was sort of a sore subject. "He was just checki-," She stops so abruptly I grip onto her shoulders to steady myself, wrapping my fingers around a silken curl in the process. She doesn't yelp in pain, her thoughts apparently elsewhere. "How did you know Lew- I mean, Simon called?"

"Oh that," I wave my hand airily, ignoring her question. "Come on Fray you're holding Frenchies and tourists up."

She glances over her shoulder at the queue forming behind us and jumps, hurrying forward.

"Continue Fray," I urge, ambling behind her. The gloomy halls are narrow so we walk in single file. I spot a high blonde ponytail swinging a few people ahead of her and fantasise about a tanned cleavage to match her sun-kissed hair. Fray listens to my order, distracting me.

"He was just checking up on me, asked about our flight, asked about you, I asked about the band and we hung up."

"Sounds romantic," I mutter under my breath. I'm too caught up thinking about what they said about me to think of any other sarcastic comments. "What's happening with the band?"

"As if you give a sh-," She scoffs but I interrupt her.

"No swearing in the catacombs Fray. It's true though I don't. What I do want to know is what you guys said about me."

The group has stopped in the middle of the hall and the tour guide chatters on about something. As she is inclined towards them I can see Fray flush pink.

"Nothing. Just general you know."

"You can tell me Fray. I know it's going to be good. Seriously what could you say that was bad about me? I'm perfection in a halo of blonde curls."

She scoffs again but says nothing.

"Tell me," I whine.

The tour guide shoots me a withering look which Fray imitates. I hold my hands up to them in surrender, my ring glinting in the dim light.

Fray eventually motions for me to move to the edge of the group. I follow willingly, only too eager to hear Lewis and hers conversation in its entirety.

"He asked me," Fray bites out haltingly. "Were you looking out for me. And then he asked did you try anything with me? And I told him how the chance of you ever trying something with me was non-existent. He agreed. Conversation over."

I feel that strange indignant anger flare again but I push it down. She smiles gently and moves back to the front of the group, eager to listen to the rest of the history drivel. I think about how I had immediately agreed with Lewis and Fray's idea that I would never go within a foot of Fray. It was extremely offensive to Fray so as she walks away I decide to force myself to check out her ass.

And I am pleasantly surprised.

I had heard bitches bark "chicken-legs" at Fray but hadn't bothered to check if it was true. Now I know for a fact it wasn't.

He legs were slim and shapely, elegant calves stretching into lightly toned thighs that curve into a round delectable ass. There was no denying her legs were slim but those bitches hadn't mentioned it was because any weight she put on went straight to her ass.

Fuck it. I had to get a grip.

So the girl's got junk in the trunk. Get over it Morgenstern.

After that the catacombs becomes a personal mission to get the number of some random chick. I end up with the Californian blonde's and a passing French tour guide's digits. Oddly though the victory seems a little empty. I think I need to start hanging around with more guys.

"I'm not even going to ask if you're going to call them." Fray comments as we finish the tour and walk into the blinding sunshine.

"Why not?" I ask, slightly worried. I do not want to be predictable.

"Because I know the answer." She says simply.

"What's the answer then?" I challenge.

She swivels toward me as we amble aimlessly down the boulevard. "Jace," She laughs. "You're incapable of maintaining a friendship not to mind a relationship."

"Hey," I fold my arms in indignation. "I have friends."

"Do you?" She asks and I know she doesn't believe me.

"Just for that. I'm bringing you to Alec's." Before she has a chance to argue I grip her slender arm and steer her in the direction of the metro.

Twenty minutes later we're not speaking again. I slouch in a train seat while Fray stands and leans against the window. I don't offer her my seat because I am an asshole and I worry my reputation is slipping.

"You've got to stop doing this." She mutters sulkily. "You have to tell me where we're going and give me about ten minutes more notice."

I want to complain about the amount of questions she asks but I have to relent they are viable questions.

"Alec," I begin to explain. "Is like my brother. We've been friends since I was eight years old and we've lived near each other until a year ago when he moved to Paris with his boyfriend."

To Fray's credit she doesn't sigh dreamily. Two lovers moving to Paris is something girls orgasm at and I sort of expected Fray to. If only they knew the real reason.

She acknowledges my admission with a nod and I end up sighing dreamily at talking to a chick that doesn't explode at the thought of romantic rendezvous.

"This sounds kind of fun." Fray allows and I grin.

"Anything is fun when you compare it to visiting skulls."

She shudders. "Maybe that wasn't my best idea."

"From now on the entertainment of this trip is in my hands."

"Deal."

Hallelujah. Something Fray and I agree on.

A/N: A short chapter as I am unfortunately short on time! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.