Sorry sweeties but this is THE LAST CHAPTER. I am kidding don't worry, what I mean by that, is, this is the last chapter of its kind. I made a lot of researches lately about mistakes writers make, about improving your writing. And I was shook realizing the number of mistakes I made and I am still making unconsciously. So I am going to make more researches to improve my writing style to give you better content. lusifergirl45 was great editing this chapter, truly the best beta I could ask for.

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"Sir, I am afraid you can't leave right now."

Clary got suspicious and was looking for ways out, in case something was about to happen. It's a reflex she learned from Luke, as a cop they were is these kind of dangerous situations. When they went out, like a criminal Luke arrested, looking for revenge. Tried to attack Jocelyn once when they were buying tickets for "The Phantom of the Opera" at Broadway. Luke had to fight him while Clary and Jocelyn ran in the opposite direction.

Right now Clary was on edge, why would they be stopped from leaving?

"Oh silly me, I forgot to pay the bill, it happens to me all the time." Chris said laughing, Kahoni showed them the way to the reception. She calculated the total with the computer connected to the cash register as Chris took out his wallet, and Clary managed to have a view of the computer by looking at the reflection of a window near the get an idea of how much it all cost to maybe pay everything on the next date if there was one.

-COCONUT GINGER BRAISED SEAFOOD 27 $

-SAUTÉED MAC NUT AND HERB CRUSTED 32 $

-DOM PÉRIGNON 250 $

TOTAL = 309 $

Seeing the price of the bottle, the girl got closer to the window. To make sure it was real. What the hell? The bottle is so expensive!

"Clary could you wait for me near the entrance of the restaurant please?" Chris asked.

"Hum... yeah of course" Clary answered. Why did he wanted her to stay away for the payment ? He obviously didn't want her to know how much it all cost. He was either courteous or lying. After what she discovered about her mother, she didn't want to be surprised again like that. Chris sometimes seems like he is hiding a part of the truth when he talks to her. So Clary walked through the crowded restaurant. She stood in the entrance, looked at a window nearby to see Chris' reflection in order to better understand his demand. Through the window, Kahoni was asking something to Chris, he answered before putting his hand in his pocket to reach for something. She must have asked him how he wanted to pay, cash or credit card. Chris took out a golden looking card out of his wallet. It shined fiercely, it was made of metal. How could a credit card be made out of metal? Did that even exist?. Once Chris finished paying he joined her.

"Let's sit on the sand, to enjoy the sunset." he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. That was a first. Warmth spread in her chest, and her heart beat quicker. They were walking side by side. Clary's heels sinking in the sand while fresh ocean air hugged her body. The background noise was made of ocean waves hitting the sand, fading away only to come back. The sky was a palette of light blue, purple, orange, yellow and pale pink. The air was pure and refreshing. Chris stopped, unzipped his windbreaker and took it off. Under that he was wearing a grey Ralph Lauren shirt that was tight-fitting with long slim polo fit complemented his torso. His muscled arms, torso, and... What he even has 8 pack abs, unbelievable! The man in question placed his windbreaker on the sand and sat next to it on the sand. He tapped on his windbreaker twice to make her to sit on it. Heat enveloped her face, at his gesture.

She turned around to get a last look at the restaurant. It was the first time she came here and might be the last one. An unfamiliar figure stood out of the crowd, looking in their direction. Too far away to actually see what his face looks like. The only thing she was certain about was the color of his hair. Blond. It sent chills down her spine. Was someone spying on them ? No, it's impossible. I've to stop being so paranoid, she thought.

She sat quickly. Clary admired the sky, how beautiful it was. The sun setting came with many warm colours. The girl filled her lungs with fresh air. Placed her hand on the sand, grabbed a handful of it, opened it and let the sand escape slowly. A reminder of her old life, slipping away from her without being able to stop any of it. She was powerless.

The sun was setting, the air was cooler. She was only wearing a camisole. She shivered and used her hands to rub her arms repeatedly. Chris turned his head in her direction. Took something out of his pocket. It was a long cylindrical metal stick. The same object Izzy and her mom used to make runes. But his was different from theirs. Five unique symbols were aligned on it, a metal feather topped the objet.

"Do you want to activate your warmth rune?" After asking the question he shook his head no. "Wait no forget what I said, Shadowhunters have to go through some kind of lessons to get their runes. I don't want you to get in troubles so we have to do something with the means available."

He turned his back to Clary, lifted his shirt, used the instrument to draw a symbol on his body. Once, done he placed it back in his pocket. Set his right arm around her, rubbed her arm. His body discharged warm air. He must have activated the warmth rune he talked about. The heat radiating from him filled her entire touch of cold air was a distant memory. Clary relaxed and enjoyed the warmth, moving closer to him. Resting her head on a part of his torso. It was a bold move for the girl but she wasn't thinking straight. She was simply enjoying the moment and his warm body.

"Better?"

"Way better" She whispered wholly relaxed. "I wish I had my sketchbook and pencils, the view is magnificent"

"You draw? Well that is quite impressive. One day perhaps I'll get the chance to see some of your drawings?"

"Yes and hum... I am not used to showing my drawings to people aside from my mom, Luke and Simon. But I'm sure one day maybe I'll show you."

Chris simply smiled.

All the stress Clary had after leaving New Orléans was long gone. If she had the power to stop time, she would. To enjoy this moment forever. It was comfortable; the view of the sunset, the fine sand below them, the noises of the waves. Chris' proximity and warmth was a bonus. If this was a dream Clary would never wake up.

"Clary, can I ask you something?"

"Hum… yes I guess"

"During the little moment we spent together in the tapestries room. You told me your powers being blocked and some warlocks were supposed to take of the spell. How did that go?" Before Clary could answer Chris blurted out "It's just literally the first time I ever heard of something like this. I didn't even know it was possible to do such a thing! Why were your powers even blocked in the first place?" he paused. "I am sorry I am being a little intrusive you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

At that specific moment Clary was so relaxed in his arms. The place they were in was so marvelous. She could tell him anything. She trusted him. Even know her education taught her not too. But she was resting her head on him. A sign of that trust given too quickly according to her inner principles. But she couldn't fight it.

"The ritual was horrible, no words could describe the amount of pain I have been through during that process. After that I slept for two days straight. I think I was in a coma or something. My powers were blocked because…" Then Clary recalled the conversation she had with Luke in the common hall, what he said. "My powers were blocked to protect me. Don't even ask me why because I couldn't tell you, I don't know the answer."

Chris held her closer to him, she unconsciously needed it.

"Do you want some?" Chris asked showing the bottle. Recalling the price, she opened her mouth to ask why he bought such an expensive bottle. But stopped herself otherwise he would understand she managed to see the price. Even though he asked her to wait at the entrance. Moreover she loved the taste of that champagne so she simply answered "sure" while handing her flute. Only a few seconds past between the moment the liquid touched her lips and the moment her flute was empty again. Chris laughed, "I knew you would love it" he said smiling. Clary felt the bubbles in her brain and smiled.

"How did you know?"

"This is my favorite bottle and I knew you had the best taste considering you accepted to go on a date with me."

Clary giggled hearing his answer. She was light in her stomach and chest. She never wanted it to go away.

"You have the answer for everything don't you?" She asked rhetorically. Smiling, she played with a loose string on his shirt. She found she didn't have anything holding her back from touching him.

Chris leaned back, to be completely lying on the sand, therefore, Clary did the same and was now resting next to him. Her right hand found its way on his left pectoral, as her head was resting on his torso she could feel him breathing. She was so close to him. The sensation of safety and warmth was familiar, something only her mom was able to give her. But not anymore. His perfume was strong but not stilling. She appreciated the freshness of it. His polo was soft, his breathing soothing, the warmth and waves relaxing. Clary closed her eyes and started to doze off on him. Once he noticed, he stroked her hair gently.

Clary opened her eyes slowly. It was dark. What was happening ? when did she fell asleep ? Where was she ? Yes the date, wait... am I back at the institute in my room?

"Hello sleepyhead, did you sleep well?" a familiar low pitched voice asked.

"Chris? Oh! Did I fall asleep on you? I am so sorry, that's so embarrassing."

"It was a honor for me to be you pillow, truly. How tired were you? You were asleep for about 3 hours."

"I don't know, it's just the first time I don't have a nightmare waking me up, I guess that's why I slept so much."

"Glad you slept well then." Clary couldn't see him correctly but she knew he was smiling, she heard it. "Alright let's go."

Clary was hit by a wave of sadness hearing that sentence, it was already over, she didn't want to go back to her new life in the institute. She was happy here, with Chris, and she wished the moment could last longer. But she had to stand, 'you can't always have everything you want in your life' it's something Luke often said when she was disappointed. Clary slowly stood and picked Chris' jacket up, shook it in order to remove the sand. Chris stood quickly, she handed him the piece of clothing.

Because it was dark, Chris took her hand. How he was able to see was a mystery. He is Shadowhunter, that's how. It must be one of his runes. After walking for 15 minutes he stopped and took his phone out. It was the end of the date, he was obviously about to contact Lulach. To go back to New York. He turned his lamp torch application on. Took out his rune instrument.

"I know what I said about runes and lessons. But I need to draw two runes on you, because of where we're going there is no other away. Are you okay with that?"

"Why do I need runes to travel through the portal ?"

"Who talked about a portal, the date isn't over yet !"

"Really!?" Clary asked happily, showing too much excitement. " I mean yes you can draw runes on me, if it's the only way."

"Alright this..." he showed the rune instrument "is called a stele. I have to draw the night vision rune, and the climbing rune. Where do you want me to draw them?"

"On my... stomach? I don't want them to be seeable when I wear dresses or summer clothes, it's just all new to me and I'm not used to it yet. Oh and I've got the climbing rune already." Clary lifted the camisole, for him to have a view of her stomach. He saw the climbing rune and decided to draw the new rune symmetrically to that one. He drew the night vision rune which was a thick circle with a smaller circle in the middle of it.

"Fair enough."

Just like the first time, Clary enjoyed the feeling of the stele on her skin, it was warm, invigorating and somehow pure. That might be her favorite part of being a shadowhunter. Chris managed to put the bottle in his trouser pocket, albeit the flutes were gone.

"Alright we are good to go!" Chris said, putting his right foot and hands on the cliff standing in front of them. Now that Clary could see with the night vision rune, she looked aghast at the rock. No. It was an actual cliff, that he started climbing. Oh my god this is insane! The girl thought to herself. She was going to climb a freaking cliff with heels. Chris was way ahead of her so she started climbing too, trying to copy Chris moves. This was a cliff and not a library shelf like the one she climbed to enter the Domus, but it felt the same, the rune made it so easy. The cliff was tremendous, but thanks to the rune they both took approximately 25 minutes to get to the top. Chris reached the top first and helped her out a little.

"Come on sit down next to me" Chris said sitting cross-legged. They were so high up there that the winds were stronger. Clary was cold again, shivers dominated her. Hoping Chris was still warm, she sat right next to him. He felt like a warm sunlight during a winter day. He held her closer. This is a strange place for a date Clary thought. Maybe Chris liked heights, who knows? Chris took a sip of the champagne directly from the bottle, "It tastes different from up there, because of the air, here try it."

Clary took the bottle, had a sip. It was easier to distinguish the tastes. Being able to do so, made her appreciate and enjoy the beverage even more. She eagerly took another sip, again and again. But she wasn't quick enough to drink all of the liquid in her mouth, some of it was poured on the bottom part of the camisole.

"Oh god, no no no, look what I've done. It's not even mine! My friend is going to kill me!"

"Wait let me see…" Chris looked closer, touched the fabric, inspected the piece of clothing and the stain. It clicked, he understood something, he was about to ask a question but stopped himself. His hands traveled to her back, he placed them just below the thicker chest part of the camisole. He held two parts of the fabric in his hands symmetrically, and ripped them from behind to the front. Clary inhaled in shock. These parts must have been made separately, taking one part from the other was normal.

Left with a lacy amber crop top. She screamed, "What the hell ? Are you insane? This isn't even mine. Izzy is going to kill me."

"Well I don't know who this Izzy is or how she got this camisole in the first place. But don't worry, this is a detachable part, you can sew it back in. Remember my job? I studied the royalty in order to be a good diplomat. So I know about their clothes being multifunctional." The girl relaxed.

"Okay then, I guess I could clean the stain then sew it back. But Chris could you please keep the secret about who's camisole this is? I don't want my friend or me to get in trouble for this."

"Clary, it's fine, I am not a snitch. And you look way too beautiful in this." He said pointing at the crop top. Clary giggled and thanked him. For once she wasn't self-aware of her body. Or ashamed of her tummy being at the sight of anyone. How was that possible for a girl who complexed over her body for so many years ? Was it an effect of the champagne she drank ?

The top of the cliff was uneven and there was nothing unexpected. Why were they there?

"Did we got here for the view ?" Clary said watching with her nocturnal vision, the waves hitting the shore with power. The sound of the waves was loud yet they were far away from them.

"In a certain way, yes." Chris said smiling at her, she smiled back but didn't understand what he meant.

"What do you mean by 'in a certain way' ?"

"I want to show you something, that's why we are here."

"Alright then, show me" Clary said in disbelief, what could he show her that she hasn't seen yet ? She was on top of the cliff with him, there's nothing she couldn't see.

"For that you need a rune…" he told her, taking out his stele.

As an answer Clary simply lifted her camisole, Chris kneeled to be more comfortable drawing it. He put his left hand on her hip to be steady. Used his right hand to draw two symmetrical triangles joined by their top pointy end, an infinity sign was between the triangles. It could represent a never ending hourglass. Once he was done, he turned around lifted his shirt and activated his own rune. Why was he hiding from Clary while doing it, was a mystery, perhaps he was bashful.

"Is this another vision rune? Because I don't see anything…"

"It's a vision and accessibility rune, it's quite the thing actually. All young Shadowhunters are impatient to get this one." He got a closer to her. "Clary, now, we have to jump from the cliff to get access to where I want us to go. There is no other way in, I really want to take you there. I know this all new to you, but please trust me."

"Alright, hum, can we at least hold hands please? That will help for sure."

"I am sorry Clary but we can't, there are certain rules to get there. We can't hold hands because Shadowhunters aren't supposed to be afraid of anything."

"Oh really ? Hum... okay, it seems like I don't have a choice then." Her throat was dry, heartbeat quickened, hands were sweating. She was scared.

"Wait, Clary, I know it must be scary for you so there is something we could do, not hold hands but I could literally hold you. I know it might sound weird that the rules allow this, but some Shadowhunters parents have to carry their kids when they are too young."

Clary took a few steps, got to the end of the cliff, looked at the ocean. They were high and she had a view of it. Unlike the time, she jumped in the void to enter the Domus. That's the reason why she was scared, and the longer she looked, the higher it seemed.

"Okay, okay." she wiped the sweat off of her hands and onto her clothes. "I would prefer that please."

"Alright then, jump in my arms or straddle me if you prefer." he said winking at her.

To get some momentum, she ran in his direction and jumped in his arms. She locked her legs together and put her arms around his neck. Her flower was pressed against his manhood, he wasn't having a hard-on but she could still feel him. And to be honest, she did it on purpose not jumping too high or too low, to be able to feel him. Being this close to him, being able to feel his every members. Satisfied her deep desires, emerging because of the champagne. Their faces were a few inches apart, his warm breathing caressed her skin. She smiled shyly.

"I'm ready."

"Okay, you can close your eyes if you want to."

But Clary didn't because she was in his arms she was safe. Witness everything that was about to happen was her goal. Chris walked a few steps back, looked straight ahead, and put his legs in a running position. He stopped then looked at Clary.

"Wait, before I jump I want to make sure, you holding me tight enough. The last thing we want is for us to separated during the fall."

Clary nodded her head in agreement. Chris started jumping in place and her body rubbed up against his in ways she'd never experienced before... Their bodies were so close, how big his length was, wasn't a mystery for her anymore. She was sure her face was bright red by now due to the increase of blood flow. Clary's breasts jiggled in rhythm of the jumps and she moved to stop it. She leaned forward and held him tightly, breathing deep. She inhaled his scent. It was a drug to her.

"Okay, I think we're good." He ran. His pace was unnaturally fast for running such a short distance. At the last time he turned around, his back now facing the void. Her hair flew all over the place, air filled her ears. It was a deafening sound, the wind made her eyes water and heart beat wildly. She held him as tight as she possibly could. She closed her eyes and a scream escaped her lips.

"Hold on, it's almost over."