A/N: Okay, definitely coming to the end of Terror and I am actually excited. I've never finished a fanfiction before, so this will be a first! The next two chapters (Chapter Nine and the Epilogue) will be the conclusion! And I also will have a surprise in the Epilogue, which is (*inserts drumroll*) the reveal of the title for the sequel to Terror!


"Why haven't you said anything, Clary?"

She shook her head, chewing her lip. Izzy had calmed down finally, but she still looked like she was on the edge of a panic attack.

"I haven't told because Jace is too close to this. If he knew—"

"Screw that! Did he threaten you, too?"

Clary didn't answer, turning away from Izzy. The silence was all she needed to discern the answer.

"He did, didn't he? He threatened Jace, didn't he?"

Clary let out a sigh, wiping her eyes of the tears that threatened to spill over. Izzy crawled across the bed and hugged her, running her fingers over Clary's red hair. She sniffled.

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

Izzy released her, sitting back, smiling softly.

"Obvious? You're more like an open book, Clary. It's so obvious that you like Jace."

"N-No, that's— You're being absolutely ridiculous—"

Izzy chuckled and patted Clary's thigh, effectively shutting her up. It took a lot to shut the red head up. Simon would know better than anyone.

"It's okay. I can see it in your eyes, Clary, when you talk about him. You just light up like the fireworks display during the Fourth of July."

A door shut downstairs, and Jace's voice floated up the stairs from the drawing room.

"Sebastian, we need to talk."

Izzy's face paled, and she looked terrified. Clary took her hands in hers, despite the rolling and turning of her stomach. If Sebastian finds her up here…

"It's okay, Izzy. They won't let him hurt you again."

"But what about you? They don't know about you. He can still hurt you."

"I'd like to see him try. He's already done enough to hurt me."


Jace shut the door behind his brother and crossed his arms as he stood in front of it. Simon and Alec stood from the couches, their arms crossed, too.

"Hello, Sebastian."

"Sebastian."

His brother's eyes flicked between Simon and Alec, his eyebrows raised in questioning. Jace let out a breath, speaking first.

"We know what you did."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, brother. I didn't do anything."

Alec stepped forward, shoving Sebastian back. The shove caught him off guard, and he dropped his bag on the floor of the drawing room.

"Don't lie, you piece of shit. You raped Izzy. You raped my sister. And if Jace wasn't here, I'd broken your face in by now."

"Oh. That. She was asking for it, you know… She wanted it."

Simon got in his face, jabbing his fingers into Sebastian's chest.

"You need to shut the fuck up. That's my girlfriend you're talking about!"

"Well, your girlfriend's a slut. Plain and simple."

"Hey, that's Izzy you're—"

Alec grabbed Sebastian by collar and punched him in the face. Simon grabbed the other side of his collar and the boys turned him around and shoved him hard.

Sebastian fell on the table, smashing it beneath his weight. Simon gave him a swift kick in the stomach, causing him to curl up on himself.

"Alec, Simon! Enough!"

They backed off, panting, but not before they spat on his face. Sebastian groaned, wiping his face off.

"I'm taking Izzy home. Are you coming, Simon?"

Simon nodded, his jaw working. They left the room, leaving Jace and Sebastian by themselves in the drawing room. Sebastian glared at his brother, a sneer settled on his lips.

"And you didn't stop them for what reason, Jace?"

"You had it coming. If they didn't jump you now, they would've done it later."

"You're an ass."

"Maybe, but at least I don't rape people. I suggest you go hang out at one of your fuck buddies' house tonight. I need a night away from you."

Sebastian spat, and shoved past Jace on his way out the door.


Clary was at the top of the stairs when Sebastian came out. He saw her, and he frowned. She could see the anger in his eyes. Clary gulped, chewing her lower lip.

Coming here had been such a bad idea.

Sebastian didn't say anything, but his gaze never left her face as he went out the front door. An involuntary shudder went through her after he left.

"Can you take me home, Jace?"

He nodded, taking his keys off the table by the front door, and he handed her a helmet. Once she was situated, Jace started the motorcycle and took off towards her house.


Clary unclasped the helmet and climbed off Jace's bike, holding the helmet out to him. He took it from her and their fingers brushed. She pulled her hand back, but still could feel the warmth in her face.

Maybe Izzy was right…

"Thanks for coming, Clary."

It was short and quick. He obviously wanted to leave. But she didn't want him to, not yet, anyway.

"Jace, wait."

Her hand touched his shoulder, and he stopped, lowering the helmet to his lap. Clary chewed the inside of her cheek, sorting her thoughts out before speaking.

"I'm sorry. About… what happened. I'm sorry. I should've taken a different tone when I was talking to you. I feel horrible about it."

"I know. It's okay."

His hand encircled hers, and she thought he was going to take her hand off his shoulder, so he could leave, but his mouth brushed against her palm instead.

Her face burned, and his gold eyes searched hers. Whatever he saw seemed to please him, for he smiled and let her go. Clary sputtered, trying to think of what to say, but she was drawing a blank.

"Just know I'm here for you, okay? Whenever, wherever."

Jace smiled a soft but sad smile at her before donning the helmet and driving off on his bike. Clary watched him ride away, holding her left hand in her right.

Her heart was throbbing painfully in time with her racing thoughts.


Sebastian leaned against the tree, hidden from view, watching Jace kiss Clary's palm. She was flustered, struggling to say something.

Whatever Jace said to her left her standing outside her house for several minutes before heading inside. Once she disappeared from his view, Sebastian continued down the street to Kaelie's house, his need for control of the situation coursing through his veins.

Clarissa Fray had not heeded his warning. It was obvious she needed another lesson.