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Chapter 13

Clary's POV

If someone had of told me a month ago that I was gonna be sitting in my bed at 9:50 PM excitedly yet dreadfully waiting for Jace Lightwood to show at my house, I would've called them crazy. Despite the emotions growing throughout my body, I sit criss-cross apple sauce in my pillow infested bed, eating alfredo noodles while watching Teen Wolf.

As I sit under my soft blanket surrounded by an endless collection of fluffy pillows, I realize my mistake. The door is locked. Jonathan always makes me lock it when he's not here, which is from 3 PM to 12 PM everyday. I really don't feel like leaving my bed. Is being too comfortable a reason to call off a meeting with someone?

I become very immersed in this episode of the show, as I did with all the ones before this and when the doorbell rings it startles me. I drag myself out of bed and pad out of my room and down the stairs. When I see my reflection in the mirror on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, it causes me to become self conscious. I cringe at how trashy I look, in my grey sweatpants and black tanktop. My head of messy curls flops around in a messy bun as I walk.

I see his silhouette through the mosaic glass on the door. My feet become cold quickly when I step out of the safezone considered as carpet onto the hard wood floor of the downstairs. It's almost like a warning, telling me that I'm marching into dark territory. But I do it unwillingly. It's as if my heart is pulling itself towards him and my body is just along for the ride.

I turn the lock and open the door slowly. I am automatically overwhelmed by what's before my eyes. My heart is beating fast, faster than it ever has, I'm sure my eyes are as big a quarters. I freeze. But I mean who wouldn't freeze when the barrel of a .44 magnum pistol is staring you straight in the eyes.

xXx

Jace's POV.

I panicked when I searched every nook and cranny of Clary Fray's house and couldn't find her. Just like I panicked when I saw that her front door was wide open when I came to see her. Just like I'm panicking right now because I've called her precisely 11 times without answer just to realize her phone is laying in her room.

I don't understand. I try to imagine all possibilities. Her having an anxiety attack and needing air to calm down, even though she's nowhere to be seen. Her brother, Jonathan having an emergency while at work, even though her Jeep is still parked in the driveway. Her running to my house across the street to find Isabelle for some reason, even though I just left my house. I just can't figure it out and it's killing me.

I run upstairs and turn her TV and lights off before grabbing her phone. My mind is racing as I shut and lock the front door. I text her brother from her phone, pretending I'm her and say that she's staying with my sister. If she were here I'd ridicule her for having such a guessable password.

Everyone snaps their heads up to me as I storm into my house. Isabelle looks mildly annoyed with my loud appearance, Alec looks genuinely concerned. Magnus looks intrigued, but then again I can't think of a time I haven't seen him intrigued. Max just looks appreciative for some kind of break from the silence.

"Max, upstairs. This is big kid talk", I snap at him. I find myself feeling guilty for being rude to him as he grabs his blanket and sulks out the room.

"What's…", Isabelle tries to spit out but I cut her off.

"Something's wrong with Clary", I bark out and then question my tone.

"Well that's mean, I know sometimes she can be a little weird but…", Magnus says but yet again I cut off the person talking.

"No, like wrong-wrong. She's not at her house. Her Jeep is still there, her front door was wide open and she left her phone", I say and flash her phone up. Everyone's expression is just pure confusion now.

"You think she was kidnapped? Or just went crazy", Magnus says and it angers me.

"No I don't think she went crazy, Magnus", I say to him while cutting him a mean look. Everyone stays quiet for a good bit of time, soaking up all the information like sponges. Isabelle is the first to speak this time.

"Alec, what do we do?", she asks him. Despite how independent she is, she always looks up to big brother, seeking guidance from him. He looks appalled, his blue eyes look icy.

"We figure out what the hell happened and find our little red head", he says firmly. The thought that we're only teenagers crosses my mind but is kicked aside with my concern and worry for Clary. I lost her once due to my own mistake, and I definitely am not losing her again. Instantly I began to think that this is my fault. If I had've been there sooner.

"Dammit!", I yell and bang my fist on the wall causing a hole to appear. At this point, I don't even care, I'm just so pissed and heartbroken that this has happened.

"Jace, we'll find her. I'm sure she's fine", Isabelle says as she lays her hand softly on my bicep but stays her distance. She knows how much I hate physical contact when I'm angry.

"Come on, let's go ride around in the car and see if we see anything", she says gently. We all gather our belongings and pile into Isabelle's Toyota Camry. The more I think about Clary, the more numb I begin to feel. I curse myself and the world for doing this to me.

As I gaze out into the darkness, I think of how I'm gonna find Clary, my little Carrot and I'm never gonna let her out of my sight again.