The first thing I did was tell Izzy.

When I went into her room I found that she was having trouble sleeping as well. Of course, she had been close to Sebastian as well. Dealing with my own feelings I had overlooked the fact that others might be hurting as well.

"Jonathan Christopher Wayland?" My Parabatai questioned when I had finished explaining.

I nodded. "It all makes sense. I mean I don't exactly know what his motive is but his identity makes sense at least."

"But how did he get from Idris to New York? It wasn't exactly a hop, skip and a jump back in 1992."

I shook my head. "I don't know. And obviously he had someone to help him, he was just a baby then."

"That's...my dad used to tell us the story of the Waylands. Michael Wayland, Jonathan's father, was his Parabatai," Izzy told me. "I always thought it was such a sad story. Michael's wife, Eliza succumbed to an illness a few months before Michael was killed during a mission. And then the next day the baby perished in a fire along with it's caretaker at Wayland Manor."

"Obviously the baby didn't die," I sighed. "He grew up into the bastard that killed my father."

"Isn't it just a little convenient?"

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Like it almost seems like too much of a coincidence that Michael Wayland was killed just the day before the fire that supposedly killed his son," Izzy theorized.

"So you're saying they're connected?" I had been focusing too much on the killer's identity and how he got to New York to realize the obvious facts.

Izzy nodded. "What if someone wanted the Waylands gone? They could have killed Michael on the mission and then turned around the set fire to the manor house. Or even sent Michael on a suicide mission."

"Maybe...maybe if we can find out what the mission Michael was sent on was we can find out who wanted the Waylands dead..."

"And then that can lead us to who saved the baby and brought him to New York," she concluded.

"It might even give us some insight into what Jonathan's next move might be," I said. I then realized that Izzy was silent. She was thinking something but not telling me. "Izzy."

"Clary...I think we already know what his next move's going to be...or at least the general idea of it," she said. What was I missing? "It's you...he's going to try and kill you. Remember the note? The Morning Stars Will Go Out?"

"No..." I said. "That's not-" Is that what Jonathan was trying to do? Kill all the Morgensterns? Or... "Sebastian wanted our father dead," I tried to keep my voice steady as I said that. It was still hard for me to believe. "He wouldn't want me dead too..." I trailed off realizing that I didn't even know my own brother any more. I had always thought he loved Father. What if his love for me was an act as well? What if he had just been waiting for the right time to stab me in the back, literally?

I sat on Izzy's bed and put my head in my hands. What was the point of all this? Sebastian had contracted Jonathan to kill our father...but he was still working with him. They were planning something else, but what? And why reveal themselves to us? Sebastian could have kept working in the shadows and none of us would have known.

I felt Izzy sit down next to me and put her arm around me. "I'm just so confused and frustrated. We figure out one thing and then we have a dozen more questions that come as a result."

Izzy sighed. "One step forward and two steps back, every time. I'm sorry, Clary." I wanted her to say 'It'll all turn out okay' but her and I both knew that it wouldn't. How could anything be okay after everything that had already happened?

After a moment I spoke again. "We should clue in Alec and Jace," I said. "Maybe they'll have some ideas or something. I'd take anything at this point."

Walking out of my parabatai's room we came upon the ball of fur called Church in the hallway. Izzy bent down to scratch his ears. "Hey, Church, can you go get Jace and Alec?" The cat turned it's yellow gaze to me and hissed before walking off in the opposite direction from the boys' rooms.

"I pushed him off a table in the library earlier," I told Izzy before she could ask.

She laughed slightly. "He's going to hold a grudge against you for days, you know that right?"

After waking the boys the four of us rendezvoused in my room. The circle that we usually stood in felt noticeably smaller without Sebastian here; it was more of a square now.

Izzy and I relayed the information I had found and what we had speculated to the pair of parabatai.

"Why does he have to be Jonathan Christopher too? The guy stole my name," Jace pouted.

The three of us ignored the blond. There were more important things to worry about than the fact that Jace and the killer had the same name.

"Maybe Magnus might..." Alec trailed off realizing that none of us knew what our next move would be. Sebastian wasn't taken against his will, we didn't have to rescue him. What would we do when we found them? Turn them over to the Clave? As much as Sebastian had hurt me I couldn't stomach that.

Alec cleared his throat and spoke again. "Magnus might know how they disappeared suddenly like they did. That was obviously magic; he might be able to tell us something."

Three pairs of eyes turned to me. Apparently I was in charge of this. "Yeah...sure."

Alec stepped out of the room to call his 'secret' warlock boyfriend leaving the three of us. I sat on my bed and clutched a pillow to my chest.

"Clary," it was Jace speaking. "We'll figure all this out-"

"And then what?!" I stood up abruptly and threw the pillow aside. "Find the two of them and turn them into the Clave? I could care less about Jonathan but Sebastian? He's my brother! How could yo-"

"Sed lex dura lex," the blond recited. The law is hard but it is the law. "He basically killed your father, then he tried to kill us!" The car bomb. I had forgotten, but it didn't matter.

"He's my brother!" I repeated before turning to Izzy. "Could you turn in Alec?" Her silence gave me her answer.

"You don't have siblings, Jace, you don't understand," I told him. "And since when do you even care what the Law says?"

"Clary this is different he's a-"

I gave him the middle finger. "Piss off," I told him before yanking the door open and leaving. Alec was still on the phone in the hallway and he gave me a confused look but I ignored him.

I didn't know where I was going as I made my way to the front door. I threw my hood up as the chilly morning air whipped through my hair.

After walking down the sidewalk for awhile I felt my phone buzz, the stupid mundane thing Izzy had made me get. I took it out to notice that it was Izzy calling me, probably wondering where I went. I shoved it back into my pocket. I wanted to be alone.

It was then that something felt wrong, terribly wrong. I couldn't describe it but I knew it wasn't from me it was from-

I dialed Izzy's number as I began running back to the Institute. She didn't answer, once, twice, three times. I even tried Jace and Alec: there was no answer for either of them.

I cursed shoving my phone back into my pocket. What was going on? I should have picked up the phone call from Izzy.

I ran inside the Institute letting my feet take me where I needed to go.

I found myself in front of the infirmary. The doors were closed. Outside I found a couple of Ascended stood looking grim. I even found Jace crouched against the wall with his head in his hands.

My eyes found Izzy. She was crying, crying more than I had ever seen her cry before. Alec was holding her and if I wasn't mistaken he was crying too.

I stood frozen to my spot until a Silent Brother nearly ran into me. "Sorry," I mumbled to him. Something was off about him but I didn't care because at that moment Izzy noticed I was there.

My Parabatai rushed into my arms. She was still sobbing. "It's Max..." And suddenly I felt my heart breaking.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait and also killing you all...Haha..oops. Anyway I've got two more chapters completed so those'll be up in the next couple of days! Hope you guys are still enjoying the story and thanks for reading!