The door squealed in protest as Jace pulled it open shattering the stillness that night brings. It sent chills up Clary's spine. She thought that Luke had fixed that door because he always complained how the squeals of the door would particularly drive him crazy because of his wolf hearing. He said it was almost like a dog whistle.

"Clary, come inside." Jace urged pulling out his Witchlight.

Clary absently followed him into the house. It smelled of Murphy's Oil Soap and dust. Jace's Witchlight cast an eerie glow in the sitting room forming grotesque shadows against the walls. Jace handed Clary the Witchlight and walked towards the door. He closed it and flipped the light switch on. It took several seconds for Clary's eyes to become accustomed to the unfamiliar brightness.

Jace walked back over to her. "You okay?"

She nodded and handed him the Witchlight. "Yeah, it just seems so cold here now."

"The Pack has been taking good care of the place. Maia said that they'd take care of it until you decided what you were going to do with it. Maia and Bat are also running the book shop in the city. They're putting the profits into a bank account for the baby."

Clary's words caught in her throat, and tears stung her eyes. "That's….I mean…." She stammered and then took a deep breath. "Tell them I said thank you."

A ghost of a smile played at the corners of Jace's lips. "I already did." He took her hand gently. "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to see where it happened." Clary replied quietly.

Jace frowned thoughtfully. "The sun will be up in a few hours. Why don't we wait and go out when we can see?" He suggested.

"All right," Clary reluctantly agreed.

"Are you hungry? The pack knew we were coming so I'm sure they stocked the fridge." Jace offered.

Clary shook her head. "No, food right now is a bad idea. Everything I eat makes me sick."

"Why don't we go upstairs to your room and rest? You look tired."

"Yes," Clary breathed looking toward the kitchen. She expected her mother to come out any second.

Jace took her hand and led her upstairs. She quickly stripped out of her gear and pulled on a pair of comfy light blue sweatpants and the Space Invaders T-shirt Simon had given her for Christmas. She smiled as she remembered his fondness for the game. They'd played it at his house many nights talking and laughing about the day's events at school. Simon would give the characters funny voices as he played saying "Take that you dirty aliens." By the time they were done they were both breathless from laughing.

"Clary?" Jace's voice broke into her head, waking her from her reverie.

"Yeah?" She said quietly.

He offered her a teacup full of steaming liquid. When had he gone downstairs?

"I made you some tea; I thought it might settle your stomach. I put a few drops of the elixir that Magnus made for you to drive the demon poison from your system in it as well. I know it's bitter so I put lemon and honey in it for you."

"Thank you." Clary replied taking the cup from him. She wasn't a big fan of tea but somehow she thought Jace made the best tea she'd ever tasted. She gratefully took a sip of the hot liquid. Jace had done a good job of masking the bitterness of the elixir just as he had said.

She watched as Jace stripped off his gear. She could see his muscles rippling as he moved. He'd changed much over the last few years growing into his body so that he was no longer a gangly youth but a young man. She'd also changed, she'd grown a few inches and her bust line had grown as well. She'd finally gotten the curves she'd wished for in school. It didn't seem to matter much anymore because she'd found her Prince Charming.

A pleasant, warm, fuzziness spread over her as she finished her tea. She suddenly felt very relaxed and tired. She walked over to the bed bumping into it almost dropping the cup. Suddenly cool, rough hands were holding her upright. The teacup disappeared from her hands and she felt herself being eased onto the bed.

A voice came to her that sounded as if it were coming through a tunnel. "Rest Clary." She felt the burn of a rune on her arm and closed her eyes wearily.

"Jace…" She whispered.