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. "Bye, Mom!" I called as I shut the faded blue front door of Luke's downtown New York City bookstore. Luke Garraway was my mother's best friend, and I had forced her to stay with him, not wanting her to go back to Ohio and be ambushed by my father. I pulled on my knitted mittens that matched perfectly with the purple pea coat was buttoned all the way up, protecting me from the Northeastern weather. My red curls spilled out of a knitted green hat with a purple flower in an attempt to keep warm on this brisk, late November day. Taking a last glance at the house behind me, I saw my mother smile as I scooped cookie dough from the mixing bowl and fed it to a waiting Luke. They were more than friends, and I knew it. They didn't know I knew, and I intended to keep it that way, waiting until they were ready to come out and tell me that they were in love. First, I had to wait for them to admit it to themselves.

. I shoved my hands into my pockets, blinking as the snowflakes clung to my eyelashes, melting against the freckles on my pale skin. A glanced into a nearby store, checking out the window displays. Then I took a double-take, seeing a head of thick, blonde hair at the checkout counter. I gasped and waited for him to turn around, my heart sinking when I realized it wasn't the guy I had been waiting to see.

. Jace and I hadn't spoken since a month ago, when he woke up in the back of his car and called me his baby, wiping away my tears with his fingers and soothing me, even though he had been moments from death. The Lightwoods had whisked him away to their house in New York, which I didn't even know the address of. I kicked the soft, powdery snow with my foot, eager to get to Rockefeller Center and see the tree.

. The city was alive with the spirit of Christmas, garland twirled around every balcony, handrail, and streetlight in sight. The Christmas light's twinkled in the orangey light left behind by the sun that was quickly slipping below the horizon, making one last grand scene with purple, pink, and orange pastels swirled in the sky. I gripped my sketchpad tighter, curling my gloved fingers around the thick pages of cardstock. I ducked my face behind a veil of carrot curls, making my strides as long as my legs would allow. I couldn't say that I wasn't afraid. I was terrified, and so was my mother, but I couldn't live my life in fear of my father. I couldn't satisfy him by secluding myself from the outside world. I followed the familiar path to Rockefeller center, the same beaten path taken by so many people before me, down winding New York streets, through alleyways and across busy streets. So many thoughts swirled in my head. Memories had been coming back to me left and right over the months, memories of my secret training, memories of my beatings, memories of being force fed golden powder, 'Angel's blood.'

. I reached my destination early, spotting an open bench covered with a light dusting of snow. Perfect. I crossed over to it, brushing away the cold, semi-solid water and sat down, spreading out my pencils and paints beside me as I propped the sketchpad in my lap. The tree was glorious, rising up like an alive skyscraper, draped with glistening lights, limbs dipping beneath the weight of snow. I picked up my sharpened pencil and sketched an outline, focusing on a father standing next to the tree, his little girl perched atop his shoulders and clapping with delight as a passerby snapped a photo.

. A smile played on my lips as I let my pencil do the work, creating sharp lines that contrasted deeply with the curving arcs of the sunset behind the tree. The family was the main focus of my painting. I couldn't tell whether it was the lack of a father that drove me to draw the image or the pure simplicity in the happiness of the child's face as I saw the world from a different level. The sky darkened as I put the finishing colors on the painting, the father and daughter emphasized in dark, vivid colors whereas the background was hazy and smudged with more subdued, lighter tones. I felt someone sit next to me as I gathered my things to go.

. Without a look next to me, I stood up and began to walk away. Suddenly, the sketchpad was slipped from my grasp, and I halted, turning to face the culprit. "Hey!" I accused, seeing a man on a bench with dark, holey jeans and a black winter hat pulled over his ears. My first thought was mugger as I backed away slowly, watching the man appraise her painting, watching him rubbed his leather-clad fingers over the image. "It's beautiful," he whispered, mesmerized by the image on the page. I gasped when he looked up, seeing the blonde curls fall out from beneath his hat. "Jace!" I breathed, running into his arms as he set the painting down beside him and welcomed me. He kissed my head as I snuggled deeper into his warm embrace, fighting off tears.

. "I missed you," he whispered deeply into my ear, his breath mingling with my skin. I pulled away to look into his melted gold eyes.

. "How did you know I'd be here?" I asked.

. "I know you, Clary. I knew you wouldn't miss this for the world." He was right. This was the first night the tree was up and was completed, and I hadn't intended to miss this.

. "You could have called." I couldn't disguise the crack in my voice as I pulled out of his arms and sat down on the bench beside him, my feet dangling off the edge, but not touching the ground. He reached for my hand, but then thought better of it, clasping them in his lap.

. "Look," he said in a hushed voice, "we need to talk." I shivered, and his beautiful eyes gave me a sidelong glance, "Somewhere warm." I let him grab my hand and lead me to his new sleek back car. I shot him a questioning look, and he shrugged. "Marse couldn't stand to think that I almost died in the other car, so she bought me this." He patted his Audi, gently wiping the smudges with his black jacket. He pulled open the door for me and I slid into the seat, grabbing the seatbelt and clicking it into place. He slid into the seat opposite me, gloating as he pushed the start button. I rolled my eyes as he sped away from the curb.

. I turned on the radio as I watched the city lights pass by in a blur, knowing Jace was driving way too quickly for the speed limit, but not caring enough to say anything. "Jace?" I asked, dropping my gaze to my shoes. I saw him look at me from the corner of my eye.

. "Mmhm?" was his quiet response, just an exhale of breath.

. "Why didn't you call?" I heard a heavy whoosh as he sighed and braced myself for him to tell me to get out, leave his life, that he didn't love me.

. "Clary, It's just that—"

. "It's okay, Jace. I'm a big girl. I'll get over you," I said quickly, cutting him off before he could deliver the one blow that would surely kill me. Sure, I could handle an attempted rape, a kidnapping, and a psychotic father, but I don't think I could ever handle Jace telling me that he didn't want me anymore. The car came to a halt in the middle of the road, followed by a chorus of horns and cuss words. "Jace!" I squealed as he sped up again.

. "Clary," he said slowly in a level tone, "you think I didn't call because I didn't want to?" His golden eyes had gone dark and hard as he stared at the road, his lips pressed into a thin line.

. "Well, I," I began to stutter. "I didn't know what to think…" I admitted, pulling off my mittens and knitting my cold fingers together. He performed a swift, parallel park and looked at me.

. "Clary," he said, reaching for my hands. He rubbed his leather-covered thumbs against the back of my hands as he continued to stare into my eyes. "I love you. Please, don't ever, ever doubt that." With that, he got out of the car and in a sweeping motion, rounded the car and opened my door, ushering my out. "This is my favorite restaurant." I gazed up at the sign, reading Taki's. I didn't know how to describe it. It was slightly Hawaiian, slightly fifties diner, slightly elegant restaurant. It was everything. He laced his fingers through mine and led me inside, sliding into the booth across from me.

. He slid a menu my way and started reading his own, his golden eyes skimming the page leisurely, but I knew he was watching me. "Order for me," I said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He nodded, smiling as I slid the menu back over to him. The waitress sashayed over to us, and my mouth ran dry. It was Kaelie, with her bleach-blond hair and blue eyes. "Jace," I hissed under my breath before she was in earshot. I flicked my eyes toward Kaelie, and he turned his head slightly, chuckling when he turned to look back at me.

. He reached across the table and looped his fingers through mine, keeping them there when Kaelie arrived with a notebook and pen propped in her hands. "What can I get for you?" she asked, looking pointedly at Jace. Jace didn't even look away from me as his beautiful voice articulated our order, emphasizing a certain word that made my heart flutter.

. "My girlfriend and I want coconut pancakes and two hot chocolates." He smiled at me, his golden eyes melting my heart. Kaelie scribbled our order down in her notebook and huffed away, angry that Jace wasn't paying attention to her. I returned his smile, watching my reflection light up in his eyes. "Alright," he said squeezing my hand, "now we need to talk." I switched seats, so I could lean into his side as we talked, his arm wrapped around me giving me strength.

. "Where do we start?" I asked, sniffing in his delicious sunshine and sandalwood scent. He looked off into the distance before kissing the crown of my hair.

. "Maybe after Marse toted me off to the Institute," he suggested calmly.

. "Institute?"

. "It's a shadowhunter sanctuary and my house," he said shrugging.

. I made a mental note of that and reminded myself to ask him to take me there later, remembering when we had dinner with Isabelle she had taken us to her dorm room at St. Xavier's, Prescott's sister school. "Well, I spent two weeks sitting around with my mother in our dorm room, living in fear of every shadow, every noise, basically everything. Then, I found out that my mom had a good friend in New York, and we moved in, permanently." I shrugged nonchalantly because Jace's grip around me had tightened when I told him about my qualms. "What about you?" He sighed deeply, twisting his neck to look me in the eyes.

. "It took me a week before I could stay awake for more than five minutes at a time. I don't recall anything about that week after being in the car with you, but Alec told me there would be times where I would be screaming your name so loudly that they made the doctor sedate me just so I would shut up." I shook with silent laughter as Jace continued his story. "Then, the three weeks following that, Alec and I tracked Valentine, barely taking a moment to rest. But, we didn't catch him, he seems to have fallen off the globe." He stopped to check my expression, which had remained neutral. "My skin still burned from the horrible energy he had thrown at my body, demonic energy, but every time I was about to break, about to give up, the rune you traced on my chest pulsed and glowed, filling me with strength and hope." He took a deep breath. "It was like, even though you weren't with me, you still were." I smiled as he squeezed my shoulders, pressing his cheek to my hair.

. Kaelie set down two hot chocolates in front of us with a bang, splattering mine all over my arms. "Ah, hot," I moaned, trying to wipe the brown liquid off my arms. She smiled at me as she walked away, Jace using a napkin to clean up the hot chocolate. He shoved his drink over to me.

. "Have mine. She spit in yours." I snorted.

. "That's a great thought." I took a big gulp of his and waited for him to continue his story. He surprised me by asking me a question.

. "What were you thinking when you drew that rune on my chest?" I looked down and blushed. "Oh, right, besides the usual, 'Omigod, Jace has amazing abs.'" He flipped his hair and did a horrible job imitating my voice. I shoved him as I felt his chest rise with a low chuckle.

. "Do you know how I can make runes?" I asked, avoiding his question. He caught me right away, eyeing me accusingly.

. "My probable explanation is that the angel's blood gives you advanced powers, like it does with me." I swallowed some more hot chocolate, my eyebrows creased together in concentration.

. "Advanced powers?"

. "Well, for example, my awesome sexiness," he flexed a muscle and posed like a model, a very seductive model. I slapped his hands down as he tried to do another pose. "Alright, but I can really jump about ten feet in the air." He inspected his nails as if this wasn't any new news to him.

. "Ten…feet?" I choked out. Jace laughed again, watching ask Kaelie set a plate of steaming pancakes in front of him. She walked away in her tight t-shirt and cut-offs, shaking everything she could, which was basically making her jiggle unattractively all over. He slid the plate over to me. "Nu uh, did she spit in these, too?" Jace shook his head and made binoculars with his fingers.

. "I was watching her."

. "Yeahhh, that's not creepy. At all," I said sarcastically. He bumped his thigh against mine and used his fork to dunk the pancakes in the little dish of syrup off to the side. He popped the bite into his mouth and smiled.

. "Hey, do you like seafood?" he mumbled around his mouthful, so it came out more like, "Heh, oo ooh lie seafood?" I rolled my eyes but nodded, squealing as he stuck his tongue out with a mouthful of chewed food. "See? Food!" I facepalmed myself, regretting the fact that I had ever said yes, disappointed that I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

. "Yuck!" He smiled and wagged his tongue a little more, finally sticking it back in his mouth and swallowing. "You officially earn the nastiest boyfriend of the year award." He smiled at the word boyfriend, but I braced myself for the innuendo that was sure to follow.

. "If you wanted to get really nasty," he said, "all you had to do was ask." He wagged his eyebrows at me as I took a bite of the pancakes, moaning at the deliciousness as it exploded across my taste buds. "Good, I know." He put another mouthful on his fork and slurped it off. "I wuv yoo," he said, pancakes spilling out of his mouth as he spoke.

. "I'm starting to rethink my feelings." He swallowed and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, leaning back against the wall to look at me.

. "So, what exactly were you thinking about when you drew that rune?" I smoothed out my hair as I prepared to answer.

. "Well," I said, stalling. I looked out the window behind his head, seeing a face peak in through the glass. Those eyes… The boy had light blond hair, a small nose, and dark pooling irises. "Jon," I mumbled, mesmerized.

. "You were thinking about Jon?" Jace asked as I stood up from the table, running from the restaurant, determined to catch the boy. I heard Jace curse as he dropped a fifty onto the table, following me out. I saw Jon's white-blond head bobbing up and down in the throng of people, and I sliced my way through the crowd, holding my breath as I followed him as he twisted and turned through New York. He stood before a tall, glass skyscraper, the Big Apple's lights reflecting off the surface. His head turned toward me, and I knew it was him. His big, dark eyes met mine, and he smiled, dropping one eyelid in a slow, smoldering wink. He mouthed a few words, but I heard his voice loud and clear in my mind, as if we had some connection. He knew it too, from the smirk playing on his lips.

. "I watched you work your magic," his deep voice said. "Now you watch me work mine." With that, he disappeared into the building, away from my view, and just out of my reach. New York thrived around me while I was rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch.

. "Clary!" Jace called from behind me, his footfalls loud and heavy as he approached, his breath panting in my ear. "What did you see?" His arms wrapped around my waist, and I leaned in for support, closing my eyes and rerunning Jon's word's through my head.

. "Nothing, just, nothing."

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