I wanted this chapter to be a little bit longer, but I decided to put up what I already have here. I am going to be pretty busy this weekend and am going to try and write as much as possible when I get the chance. It will probably be Sunday before I can get the next chapter up though. I know that is a long time for me so please, just bear with me and try to remember that I update a lot faster than most on this site so don't be mad at me. Love ya'll! I hope you enjoy the read.

Jace and I stay at Mom's apartment for another hour and then we make the excuse that we are jet lagged, which is somewhat true, and leave. We are coming back tomorrow morning to catch up some more. We talked about the short time Mom and I had together when I was a kid and relive the few memories I have of that time. She tells embarrassing stories of me picking my nose and trying to feed it Simon and Simon asking me to marry him and me accepting his proposal. Mom even jokes that Jace may have some competition in Simon for my hand and Jace lets out a huge laugh and then said he welcomed the challenge. It was all very comfortable and familiar to me.

As we are stepping back out and onto the sidewalk out in front, I am hugging myself as I smile wistfully at nothing in particular. I have thought about the day that I would see my mom again for almost fourteen years and now I have. I feel like a piece of me has been put back. It's still a little broken with lots of cracks but I can feel it starting to glue back together slowly.

I stop after a few steps back in the direction of the hotel when I feel a light hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Jace smiling down at me. His hand is on my shoulder, holding me in place, and I smile back at him. "I did it." I say in almost a whisper. "I saw my mom again."

Jace's eyes light up a little as his smile gets a little wider. "You did. I told you you could do it and I can tell just by looking at you that you feel ten times better now that you did."

"I do feel better." I say and then I am overcome with joy. I jump up and down twice before I wrap my arms around Jace's neck. "I did it, Jace! I saw my mom again!" I shout. His arms slowly wrap around my waist like he is hesitant about hugging me (probably because he is uncomfortable with me throwing myself on him), and he holds me up as I giggle with excitement. I pull back and give him a kiss on his cheek and his eyes widen with shock. "You have been such a good friend, Jace. Thank you." I say to him and then give him another quick and chaste peck on his cheek and then pull away from him and turn in the direction of the hotel.

Man I wish Jonathan was here. Jace has been a good friend and all, but I would ideally rather have Jonathan here to celebrate with me. I wish I could throw my arms around his neck and kiss him till I couldn't breathe right now. If he were here, then this would have been the best day of my life so far. I am bringing my past together with my present and future and it all feels so good.

By the time I get to the corner, I look over at Jace who is watching me with the weirdest look on his face. It's like he is trying to figure out a really hard math problem while looking at a pretty picture. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?" I suddenly am worried that I might have a cliffhanger dangling. Maybe that is what is throwing him off. I reach up nervously and touch my nose to make sure it is clean.

"Something on your face?" he asks a little surprised. "No. Why would you ask that?"

"Because you were looking at me weird. Like you were confused or grossed out, yet intrigued or something."

He lets out a little nervous laugh and then looks both ways before grabbing my elbow and guiding me across the street. "I was only thinking that you handled yourself well."

"Thanks." I say as we step back up onto the curb.

"And now I am going to ask you what is your plan now?" Jace looks pointedly at me and I know he is talking about me going way off script.

I continue walking back towards the hotel as I try to figure out what to say next. I can feel Jace's eyes on me, waiting for me to come up with some brilliant plan. I know that whatever Jonathan and I will plan, he will have to agree to go along with it. He is in too deep now. The only problem is I don't know if when we tell him that we want to reform the Clave, if he will tell Father that we are planning on betraying him or if he will tell the Clave itself what we are planning. Jonathan would suggest just killing him, but I don't want that. I actually like the guy. He's a pretty decent friend. Not to mention, he is the only other one like me and with his skills coupled with ours, we would be that much more unstoppable.

But how do I get him to go along with us? I look over to him and he is still patiently waiting for my answer. "Not here on the street. Wait till we get back to the hotel room." He nods his head in understanding and we walk the rest of the way in a sort of loaded silence. The air has warmed considerably since this morning and so I slip my jacket off of my shoulders. My shirt dips a little low in the back, exposing a good bit of my back, and as I shove my hair to the front of one of my shoulders, I feel the sun hit my skin and start to warm it. I feel my jacket start to move and look over to see Jace pulling it from my grip.

"Let me carry that for you." he says and his voice is weirdly shaky. He then reaches up and I can feel his fingers on my upper back on my exposed skin. I look at him inquisitively as his fingers brush my skin down the length of the top of my spine and then he pulls his hand back and shows me a strand of my long red hair. "You had this on your back." He lets go of the hair and it blows away in the wind and I turn and look ahead of me again. 'Well that was weird' I say to myself as we turn on the street of our hotel and I see it in the distance.

When we reach the hotel, Jace opens the door for me and then we head straight for our rooms. I think I have everything I am going to say mapped out. I know that this conversation will be very important and I have to present it in just the right way.

When we get to our rooms, Jace pulls out his key and opens the door and motions for me to go in, barely leaving any room for me to walk by. I squeeze past him and the door, brushing my arm across his chest, and walk over to the bed. I hear Jace shut the door, rather than see him do it, and then he is standing in front of me. "Okay. We're in the room." he says flatly.

I look up to him and nervously bite the inside of my cheek. "You should probably sit down." I say to him gravely and his expression becomes a little more serious. When he makes no move to sit, I grab his wrist and pull him down to sit on the bed with me. I fold my legs indian style and scoot to the middle of his bed as he pushes onto it and scoots back and leans against the headboard. "Okay. I'm sitting now." he says expectantly and I take a deep breath. This is going to take a while.

I close my eyes for a second and take another deep breath before I open them again and see Jace's face looking at me questioningly. "Everything I said about Father to my mom was true. The beatings, the way he used Jonathan and I against each other, his vindictiveness, his experiments on downworlders...everything."

Jace's face twists into one of slight disgust and anger and he shifts a little uncomfortably. "But Father has a point." he starts to say. His voice is seriously lacking conviction when he speaks and I know that he is just reciting whatever father told him. Ten year old Jace was so excited and thankful to have his father back, that he wants to do whatever it takes to keep him there. I know he doesn't believe what Father does. I can see it in everything that he does. "The world doesn't need these demon diseases plaguing it."

"You know that is a load of shit just like I do." I say to him bluntly. He is a little caught off guard by the slightly shocked look on his face, but I continue anyway. "You know you don't believe that so just drop the act." He looks like he is going to say something as his mouth pops open slightly but then he suddenly shuts it as his jaw tightens. "That's what I thought." I say smugly and he narrows his eyes just a little at me.

"But what you don't know, Jace," I say in a much softer voice, "is that he didn't just experiment on downworlders." I can see confusion flit across his face for a second and then it turns a little more serious as he waits for me to continue. "I know you are confused about Jonathan and what my mom, Luke, and I were talking about. You have met him and I am sure you can tell that there is something different about him." Jace nods his head in answer so I continue. "Listen," I say hurriedly, "you have to swear on the Angel that you won't tell anyone what I am about to tell you about Jonathan. It's not something that he or I wants to get out. Some people would want to kill him if they knew. But in order for you to understand why I said what I said to my mom, then you will have to know the truth. And the truth involves you and me as well."

Jace looks at me hard and long as he debates whether or not he wants to swear upon the Angel. It is not something the Nephilim do lightly. After a moment of deep thought from Jace, he nods his head and then says, "I swear upon the Angel Raziel that I will never speak of what you are about to say to anyone other than you and Jonathan and those who already know the truth."

I notice he adds on a little at the end saying that he won't talk about it with anyone who doesn't already know the truth and I am okay with that. He will be able to confront Father this way which is what he deserves to be able to do.

"Jonathan was one of Father's first experiments." My voice is hard and solemn and Jace seems to pick up on this. All traces of playful Jace are gone and have been replaced with a more serious and business like Jace. "Father wanted to create the perfect shadowhunter. The strongest of our kind. One that would have powers beyond what the Angel gave us." I swallow past the lump in my throat and pray that Jonathan won't be mad at me for this. "So, when my mother became pregnant, instead of seeing it for the miracle that it was, he saw it as an opportunity. An opportunity that he couldn't pass up to experiment. So," I look to Jace seriously and he is hanging onto every word, "he summoned a greater demon and took it's blood."

"He summoned a greater demon?!" Jace says as he sits up a little. His voice is still fairly quiet but you can hear the shock and outrage in it.

I nod my head. "He did. He thought that the blood from a greater demon would help make the perfect shadowhunter. He thought that whoever drank the blood, would be able to control demons. He tried drinking it first, but it didn't work on him. It just made him sick. That is when he decided to give it to my pregnant mother." Jace's face turns tight and his lips turn into a hard line. "He dried it and sprinkled it into her food without her knowledge. It gave her terrible nightmares and she became depressed, but other than that, it had no real effect on her. But it did have an effect on the baby. The greater demon told my father that if he were to give it to his wife while she was still pregnant, it would change his child. The child would become stronger and faster and better in every way physically than any others; as I am sure you have noticed." Jace nods his head somberly and then I keep going. "The demon also told him that it would change him. That it would try and burn out his humanity. That he wouldn't have the ability to love and to care for anyone or anything but himself. That he would be ruthless and cunning; the best of both worlds as he would be part angel and part demon."

I stop for a second and push the hair that has fallen in my face behind my ears and fiddle with the pillow that I have pulled in my lap. "The more softer human emotions are hard for Jonathan to understand, but he gets better everyday. I already know that he can love and care for someone other than himself because he loves me. He protected me at great cost to himself countless times. He sacrificed for me in more ways than I can count. That proves to me that the greater demon was wrong." I look back up to Jace, who is still watching and listening to me with absolute seriousness. "And I think if it weren't for me, then he would have turned out to be an unfeeling sick monster. It took him a long time to let me into his heart but when he did, I saw the real Jonathan and I know that he isn't a monster. He is someone who just needs a little more guidance than others."

I stop and see that Jace has dropped his eyes and he is staring at something across the room, but not really seeing it as he is thinking deeply about something. His brows are furrowed in concentration and he is picking at one of his thumbs with his forefinger. I am assuming that that is a nervous habit of his. He does it a lot when he is stressed. After a few minutes, he turns his face back up to me and his face seems a little more at ease. "You said that this also involved me and you." he asks sounding almost accusatory. "How so?"

And here goes nothing. "When Jonathan was born and he had time to observe him, he saw that he would be difficult to handle. That maybe he had gone too far, so he decided to do something different for his next experiment." Jace seems to catch on to where I am going and he sits up a little like he wants to ask me something. I hold up my hand in a gesture for him to just wait and hear me out and he sits back just a little. "So instead of summoning a greater demon, he summoned an angel. Ithuriel to be exact."

I watch as Jace's eyes widen a little and his mouth opens like he wants to say something, but after a moment, he shuts his mouth and then furrows his brows in thought and gestures for me to continue. "He trapped Ithuriel here on earth because he wouldn't give him his blood willingly. Father then took it by force. He cut open Ithuriel's arm and took his blood. He then saw another opportunity to experiment when he found out that your mother, Celine Herondale, became pregnant with you."

"Wait." Jace says lowly. He brings his hand up to rub his face roughly before running his hand harshly through his hair. "Are you trying to tell me that he gave my mother Ithuriel's blood that he took by force?" When his eyes open and look at me, I can see the shock and despair in them. "That an angel was held against his will, then tortured, then stolen from all because Father wanted to know what the effects of extra angel blood would have on an unborn child?"

"That is exactly what I am telling you." I say as serious as I can and he looks like he has just had the shock of his life. I am sure he has after hearing the story I have to tell. "He dried it and mixed it in with a potion that he gave to your mother to take like vitamins. It had a wonderful effect on your mother. She was happier and more at peace and never got sick the way normal pregnancies would make a woman. My mother, who had been depressed since the birth of Jonathan, was next. She had seen that Jonathan was different and it scared her. She rejected him and was angry with Father because she knew he had done something to their child. She didn't know what exactly what he had done and was furious when he continued to say that he hadn't done anything. When he saw how happy your mother was when she started to take the angel blood, he decided to start giving it to my mother. And it worked for a while. She wasn't as depressed and seemed to be happier in their marriage. But what he didn't know was that my mother had become pregnant with me."

I let that last sentence hang in the air for a moment as I watch Jace's inquisitive face. "Haven't you ever noticed that you can run faster and jump higher and fight longer and harder than others? You have special abilities from Ithuriel's blood." I say to him.

Jace abruptly stands up and begins to pace slowly. "Maybe." he says a little dismissively. "I once jumped from the roof of a three story building and was fine. When Alec tried to jump after me, he broke both of his ankles."

"That is what I am talking about, Jace." I say with emphasis. "Father noticed that about you. How you were fast and strong and superior to everyone else your age. You were advanced and still are."

"And what about you?" Jace says as he stops his pacing. He looks at me a little wildly like he is on the brink of losing his shit. "I have seen you fight Jonathan and you are as fast as me."

I nod my head. "But that isn't the only ability that I have from the extra angel blood." I look up to him a little sheepishly but he is only studying me the same way that he was before I said that. I pull out my stele and stand up. I think the best way to tell him about my rune powers is by showing him. I walk over to him and reach to his waist. His eyes widen a little when I pull out one of his blades and twirl it in my hand before putting my stele to the handle. When I am done, I show him the accuracy rune that I made a few years ago. "Have you ever seen this rune before?" I ask him.

He picks up the blade and studies it for a minute. "That isn't in the Grey Book." he states in a very matter of fact tone. I smile a little at the 'know it all' look on his face before I take the blade back. "That is because it isn't in the Grey Book. I made it."

"That's impossible." He scoffs at me with a little smirk on his face. I am going to love wiping that smirk off his face. "It's not impossible, Jace. I have been making new runes since I was eight. This particular rune is what I call my accuracy rune. All I have to do is think about a particular something that I want to hit, and no matter where I throw it, it will always hit it's target."

I turn around and put my back to the room with a little smirk of my own. "Tell me to hit something in the room. Just pick something out."

Jace folds his arms across his chest and smiles his 'know it all' smile at me and then surveys the room for a second before settling on something. "There is a tiny piece of paper with the list of channels on it for the television on the desk by the window. I want you to hit that."

I turn around and see what he is talking about and then face back the opposite direction. "I would step away from me and out of the way if I were you." I say to Jace and he steps back and leans casually against the wall. I close my eyes and picture the tiny program and raise the blade. I pull my hand back and then snap it forward, letting the blade fly in the opposite direction of it's intended target and hear a quick breathy laugh as I open my eyes.

The blade is hurtling toward the hotel room door when it suddenly changes it's course and heads in the opposite direction, fast, and straight for the program. I don't even turn around to watch it hit it's target. I look at Jace with a wicked smile on my face as his features form into utter surprise. I hear it hit its mark and Jace's arms fall to his sides from where he had them folded across his chest and he pushes off of the wall to stand. His mouth falls open a little and then he looks to me with whole new eyes. He looks a little wary of me but at the same time, like he wants to worship at my feet. "I know." I say smugly. "I'm pretty awesome."

Jace then walks over to the blade and I turn to watch him pick it up from where it stuck in the desk. When he lifts it, the program is stuck to it. He pulls it off and tosses it to the floor as he looks more pointedly at the rune that I burned into the handle. "That was incredible." he whispers mostly to himself. He then looks up to me and I make a show of buffing my nails on my shirt. "How?" he says with wide eyes.

"I don't know." I tell him honestly. "Sometimes the runes come to me and others, I just have to think about what I want the rune to do and then I draw it."

"What else is there?" he asks excitedly as he walks quickly back to right in front of me. "I want to say that this," he points to the blade, "is my new favorite rune, but I don't know what else there is."

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly as I say, "I can make people tell the truth and I can also make portals."

"You can make portals?!" he shouts in my face.

I lean back away from him a little as I squint my eyes. "Whoa, there. I am standing right here. No need to shout."

"But you said you can make portals."

"I can. I can also make people tell the truth with my truth rune." I raise my stele up and start to bring it to his arm. "Want me to try it on you?"

He steps away quickly looking panicked and I let out a loud laugh. "No thanks." he says worriedly and I laugh a little harder. "The look on you face was priceless, Jace. I have never seen anyone look so panicked before."

"That is because I am a mysterious man and that is part of what makes me so irresistible to women."

I continue to laugh as he looks at me with a small smile on his face. "And you're worried that if I know that you used to wet the bed that that will make me resistant to your charms?"

His mouth falls open a little and the smile that was on his face completely disappears. "How did you know that?" he says quietly and with embarrassment.

I just smile at him and step forward to pat his cheek quickly twice. "I told you, I know all about you." I say with my 'know it all' look on my face. "Father wrote down everything that you did growing up."

I watch as his expression grows into a slightly horrified one before I walk past him and sit back down on the bed. When he turns around, he actually looks like he is scared of me now. "It's okay, Jace. I won't tell anyone." I have a smile on my face that is growing steadily against my will. "If you want, I can go and get Woobzie for you." Woobzie is Jace's stuffed bunny that he never wanted to let go of. Sort of like a security blanket that he never left the house or went to bed without. "I know you still keep him with you in your suitcase back at the mansion."

I now have a full blown wicked grin on my face and Jace narrows his eyes at me. "You had better watch yourself, Miss. Morgenstern." he says in warning.

"Or what?" I say with a challenge in my voice. "What are you going to do? Run and hide behind Woobzie?"

"That's it!" he shouts as he stabs the blade he is still holding into the dresser in the room and then lunges for me. I raise my feet up and get him in the stomach and keep him flying over me and onto the floor behind me as I let out loud laughter. "You should really stop before you get hurt." I tell him as he pops off of the floor like in a cartoon. He raises one eyebrow at me as he makes a funny face and I laugh. He is just about to try to lunge at me again when my phone rings.

I look across the room and find my jacket that Jace carried for me slung over the chair by the door. I hop up quickly and smile as I dig in my jacket pocket and pull out the phone. I am still smiling when I answer. "Hey!" I say a little out of breath from laughing so much.

"Hey baby sister." Jonathan says. "Why are you breathing like that?"

My breath is coming in slight pants and of course, he picked up on that. "Jace was making me laugh because he thought he could take me. Even though I kick his ass every time we spar."

"Not EVERY time." Jace says loudly and I look back at him a give him a quick smile.

"Is he still keeping his hands to himself?" Jonathan asks a little scarily. His tone is menacing and on the verge of sinister.

I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. "Yes, Jonathan. You have absolutely nothing to worry about." I hold up my hand and motion towards my room to Jace to let him know that I am going there to talk and he gives me a small nod. I walk through the adjoining door that is already open and shut it behind me. "I'm alone now." I say into the phone. "What's up? Couldn't wait till tonight to see me?"

"I swear, if he touches you..." Jonathan grinds out through his teeth. Apparently he is still hung up on the whole Jace thing.

"Babe." I say softly and calmly into the phone. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't let him touch me. The only thing he has done is hold my hand when we were in front of Mom and that is only because of our story. It's your touch I crave. Not his."

"I just hate not being there with you. To watch him and make sure he doesn't get any ideas."

"Jonathan, I don't think you have anything to worry about." I tell Jonathan softly. "Jace is a big flirt, but it means nothing to him. He would flirt with a lamp post if there wasn't a girl around. I know he doesn't see me as anything other than the only girl around to flirt with. That doesn't mean that I am going to fall for it. I already am madly in love with my very hot, very sexy boyfriend."

"Is that what I am to you? You're boyfriend?" His voice has softened a little and I can tell that the storm has mostly passed.

"No. You are way more than that." I tell him flatly. "But I don't have a better word to describe you with...other than brother."

"Hmmm." I hear him say on the other end of the line. "I like both of those titles. I also wouldn't mind you calling me your lover or one day, your husband." His voice has dropped low and is rough with deep and dark emotion.

"I like all of those too...my lover." I drop my voice to where it is husky and pure sex. "Is that why you called me? To remind me that I am still yours, because I couldn't ever forget that. Especially after feeling your hands gliding over my bare skin."

"You need to stop talking like that." he says and his voice is barely above a whisper.

"And why is that?" I say innocently back to him.

"Because you are giving me a hard on in a restaurant."

"Are you and father having a business dinner?"

"Unfortunately, yes." His voice has hardened slightly when he says that.

"I think we should tell Jace about everything." My voice is cautious and a little hesitant when I say this, but I have to push on. "Tell him about our blood and his and our plan to take over the clave from Father. I am pretty sure that I can convince him to help us."

"Clary, I don't know about that. That is pretty risky. Plus, what if he tells Father?"

"I don't think he will. Not after I tell him what he did to him and to you and to his downworlders. Not to mention the fact that he still has Ithuriel hidden somewhere."

"Listen, I have to go now. I will see you soon." He is whispering by the time he gets the last word out.

I drop my voice low and sexy. "Love you, big brother. Can't wait to get my hands on you."

I hear him groan and then the line cuts off. He must have had to hang up quickly so he wouldn't get caught. I let out a long breath and then lay back onto my bed. What a fucking day this has been. I lay there for a while before I roll back up to a sitting position and decide that I had better go check on Jace. Even though he was in a playful mood when I left out of there, the heaviness and seriousness of what I just told him is probably hitting him pretty hard now.

I walk over to the door and knock lightly on it twice before pushing it open. Jace looks up at me from the chair at the desk and I can see that he has been thinking about what I told him. "Now that the shock has worn off, how are you doing?" I ask him cautiously. I step into the room and sit down in the middle of his bed and face him by the window.

"I am just trying to let everything sink in." he says as he looks to me. His face is very somber and thoughtful and I kinda feel bad for him.

"I know it was a lot to take in. Especially finding out about yourself and what Father did. We have always been his experiments. Not his children."

Jace sits up and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees then as his face pulls together in muted anger. "It's just that, it all makes sense now. Why I have been so much better than everyone else my age. And to know that it is because Father trapped Ithuriel and tortured him...I don't know what to think now. A part of me hates myself because of it."

I am taken back by Jace's openness and his admission. He wears this mask of indifference all of the time that his words take me by surprise. "You shouldn't hate yourself, Jace." I tell him softly. "You should hate Father because he is the one that did this to us. Not to mention the fact that he still has Ithuriel trapped somewhere."

Jace's head snaps up and his eyes fly open wide. "He what?!"

I nod my head gravely. "Yep. He has never written down where he keeps him. It always just says 'the cellar'. Jonathan and I have tried to find him everywhere that him or I have ever known Father to keep his experiments. We have searched for years and have never found Ithuriel or any clue of where he could be. Father will visit him from time to time and tell him about what he has 'accomplished'," I use air quotes when I say that, "but Ithuriel never speaks to him and that infuriates him." I drop my eyes from his as the memory of what I read flood my mind. "You don't want to know what he does when he gets angry with Ithuriel." I say somberly.

I look back up to Jace who looks like he is about to throw up. "That is why we have to stop him." My voice is strong and filled with the conviction that I feel. "Jonathan and I have been planning for years. We can't let him get his hands on the Cup. He wants to make himself an army of shadowhunters that are loyal to him and kill all of the downworlders. He plans on just rounding up mundanes and forcing them to drink from the Cup without a vetting process to make sure they will live. He is going to kill thousands, maybe tens of thousands mundanes to get what he wants. The only way to stop him is from the inside."

Jace's face is one of confusion and frustration. I can see him thinking hard about what I have just said and I know that he is taking it seriously. "But he's my father." he says quietly, almost to himself. When I look at him, I can see the part of him that still very much love and respects him. Right now, in this moment, he is feeling what Jonathan feels on a daily basis. There are two sides of himself pulling him in two different directions. He can either to go along with Father's plan to kill and destroy or with mine and Jonathan's and save downworlders and mundanes from slaughter. He now has to pick which side to give into.

"No, Jace." I say calmly as I scoot to the edge of the bed closer to him. "He's not your father. Your father died in a vampire nest raid that my father set up to get rid of him. He had started to doubt Valentine's ways and so he got rid of him. Your mother then was so grief stricken that she killed herself. My father then cut you out of her dead body, not because he had a heart and wanted to save her unborn baby, but because he didn't want his 'experiment' to go to waste. That is who you think your father is."

His head is hung in his hands as I talked so I reached out and touched his shoulder. He looks up at me and I can see the hurt and despair in his eyes. "He is a monster that needs to be stopped." I say as gently as I can. I think if I were to talk normally, he would shatter. "And you, Jonathan, and myself are in the perfect place to do it. He will never see it coming. We have always been his puppets and gone along with everything he has ever said and done until now." I drop my voice even quieter to whisper, "Please, Jace. Help us. See that we are right."

His eyes are locked onto mine with intensity and I hope he can see how sincere I am. After a few seconds, I stand up. "I will leave you to think about it." I say and turn to walk away. I feel him catch my hand and I look back to him. He is looking up at me from the chair he is in with the strangest look on his face. "Don't go, Clary." he says lowly to me.

I shift my weight a little feeling a little uncomfortable with the way he is looking at me. "Okay." I move back to the bed and sit down on the edge of it where I was. He follows my movement and I can feel his eyes boring into me as I look out of the window to escape eye contact with him.

"I'll do it." Jace says suddenly. I look back to him and meet his eyes with mine and a tiny smile starts to pull at the corners of my mouth. "I'll help you and Jonathan. I'll do it for Ithruiel and my parents...and I'll do it for you. You are the only other one like me. We have to stick together."

The small smile then spreads into a soft smile as I hear what he is saying. "Thank you so much, Jace." I tell him earnestly. "I had a feeling that I could trust you."

"You, Clary, will always be able to trust me." Jace's voice is soft yet hard when he says this and I suddenly feel uneasy. The next thing I see is Jace's hand come up to my neck and his thumb rub along my jaw. Before I can lean away, he grabs hold of me and then his lips are on mine.