Magnus lead the shadowhunters down the lake where he was sure as he was sexy (which he was) he had glimpsed something out he corner of his eye. Shadowhunters by the hundreds were behind him, he might've been exaggerating but there were a lot.
Chills raced up his spine with the cold chill of the night, something was wrong, this place was cold, he could feel the mansion. The warm night was calm around them—animals and bugs around them coming to life as the sun set, was now silent as they passed some sort of boundary that was accompanied with a wave of something that made Magnus want to drop his lantern and go back to the boundary line.
"So how did you know about this place?" Luke asked, interested.
"I caught a glimpse of it when me and Clary came here and-" if he'd wanted to die he'd finish that sentence. He cut himself off as he thought about what Clary would do to him if she found out he'd told anyone that he'd pulled her into the pond then froze the pond to her shoulders so she couldn't get out until she said he was the greatest warlock in the world.
"Came here and..?" Jocelyn asked, suddenly beside him. Her voice was calm but he knew she was ready to pounce as a mother would.
"Came...here into the park,.. where she found my turtle!" Magnus said, half-lying easily. He felt the others' stares on his back.
"I didn't see your new turtle," Jace said, casually. Magnus bit his lip, Jace was going to wake up to find spiders all over his bed.
"Really?" he asked, looking around for some sign of the overly large mansion he had seen that night.
"Neither have I," Alec said from behind them. Magnus snapped his head around at the young male's tone. What was he implying? Rage shot through him for second before exasperation did. What did he have to cut his blood and vow.
"It's a very nice one," he said.
"Well I'll have to check—" Jace started.
"There it is!" Magnus shouted, running forward to the place of power he could almost feel crawling into him.
"Where?" the other agents asked. He knew the only thing they saw was a small patch of grass. He smiled and pointed up at the clouds.
"There's a reason it's called the Castel in Moonlight." When the moon softly came from behind the clouds a large castle showed suddenly. It was painted a bright white and shined almost blinding, it was huge and it also looked so dangerously beautiful it seemed like death. Slowly agents started walking toward it. "Stop!" Magnus shouted. They froze and looked at him confused.
Magnus tried not to roll his eyes, did the shadowhunters have no experience? He kneeled beside the mansion and slowly determined the power needed to deflect the shield that was pressing around the house with deadly forceful protection. He closed his eyes and slowly drew his power out and over the force field. His power slowly pushed and stretched a hole into the powerful shield, he made it bigger and bigger.
"Go," he said to Luke and the other without opening his eyes. "There's not much time and Sebastion is not currently in the building."
Without asking questions Luke nodded and took the shadowhunters inside stealthily. Jace, Alec, and Isabelle followed silently. They raced silently up the staircase. Once they reached the top and the rooms. Jace used sign language and the other two nodded in understanding, spreading to different doors in the halls. Jace slowly traveled to the right doors on silent feet. He threw open the first one, ready, nothing. He then went to the second one—and threw open the second one—nothing. He repeated the system all down the hall, losing hope more and more. He reached the last door on the hall and prayed silently as he touched the cold surface, his heart cried in hope, he threw open the door—
"You know that really was kind of your fault," Clary said softly, picking pieces of broken clay pot from Jace's hair and cleaning his scratches he'd gotten when she'd chucked it at the dark figure suddenly throwing her door open as if he were a phantom. She'd panicked and picked up the nearest object she could find (which was the beautiful but heavy clay pot on her bedside table) and chucked it at the figure. She remembered the girlish yelp she'd heard when the pot had smashed into the figure's face.
"She is kind of right, Jace," Jocelyn said from beside them, she held Clary to her in motherly love but looked over Jace with precision. She grinned at the boy. The rest of the shadowhunters were securing the last of anything they found at Sebastian's castle. Clary sighed in relief, she felt like the princess who had been saved from her tower, although most princesses didn't hurl clay pots at their prince charmings' faces. But she wasn't the kind of girl who liked that stuff anyway, she knew that.
"Jocelyn!" a shadowhunter called, Jocelyn smiled and ran to the other shadowhunter. Leaving Clary and Jace alone.
"Jace—" Clary started but Jace cut her off.
"Clary, in the last two months we've had very well two death attempts, one maybe death attempt, and two kidnappings. We need to get something out of the way before anything else happens." Clary felt her heart sink; Jace thought she was too much trouble…her eyes stung.
"It's okay, Jace," she said, forcing her voice to be neutral when she wanted to be anything but; her heart cried and she wanted to find a hole. She wanted to run away from the words she knew were coming. "You don't have to say it—"
"Yes, I do," Jace said and before Clary could come back he was on the ground in front of her , kneeling with an open velvet box in his hands. Waiting for her.
She was struck silent.
"Clary Morgenstern." He said. "Will you be my bride? My wife? My other half? I need you, Clary." Jace's soft voice slipped into Clary as she took in his words like diamonds.
"Oh, Jace," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Jace looked up at her in confusion. "Why are you crying?" he asked. "I got the ring right, right? Did I say something wrong?" Jace thought over what he said, did she think calling her his wife make her sound old?...
Then Clary began to laugh through her tears and before he could look up at her confused and ask if she was on her menstrual cycle—just in case—she fell to her knees and cupped his jaw in her hands. She then leaned forward and kissed him. He groaned and leaned into her. She released him after a minute but he still held onto and tingled.
"Yes," she whispered softly into him.
"Yes, what?" he asked, confused.
She giggled. "Yes, I'll be your wife."
"You will?' he asked, his voice awed. He hadn't expected that…he'd hoped for it but he hadn't really expected it—who would want to marry him? But she wanted to; she told him, his heart was bursting. "Yes?"
"Yes!" Clary said, laughing through her tears.
Jace couldn't help it—he kissed her.
"It's about time," Magnus said, peeking outside to the two love birds.
"Totally," Isabelle said, also looking out the window.
"Yeah, how long has this been waiting? Two years?" Alec commented also.
"Somewhere around that number," Luke said, looking out the couch window.
"Shouldn't you be the one barging down there and separating them?" Isabelle asked.
"I don't have death wish," Luke said, slightly at the kiss that was turning frightenly ferocious. Jocelyn giggled from beside him and he turned gave her a good long kiss which she returned heavily.
"Eww," Isabelle said. Magnus just grinned and looked out in the warm night as God reminded him that the world was not a place only for pain and bad experiences, but also a place of love and light too. He smiled.