Warning. Smut in this chapter. Once again, this was once rated M until I dialed it down. With that being said, if you decide to continue, I hope you enjoy.

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-Clary

Jace smells so good. I pull back from our hug and kiss him with my arms still wrapped around his neck. I hear that the door is starting to close so I turn around and say, "Father?" Jace snaps his head to look at me, but I can't see the look on his face as I am looking at Valentine. "How long do we have?" He pauses for a second and seems to contemplate what his answer should be. "I drew you four new runes. Can I please spend a while here with him, Father? I have been trying very hard." I give him my doe eyes again, hoping that they work. He pulls out a pocket watch and looks at it and he sighs imperceptibly.

"I have business to attend to. I was going to come and get you before said business and take you back downstairs, but you have been rather cooperative. I will come and get you when I am done with my business a few hours from now."

I give him a radiant smile. "Thank you, Father." Before I can lose my nerve, I take a quick step towards him and give him a peck on the cheek. The look on his face when I pull back is utter shock.

"Laying it on a little thick, don't you think, Clarissa?" He says to me.

I cast my eyes downward and let some of the life drain out of them. "I was just thinking about what you said. How I never even gave you a chance. How I instantly hated you because of what other people have said and I decided that I wanted to make my own judgement. I always thought my father was dead because my mother lied to me my whole life and hid who I really am from me. I only have one father and I don't want to instantly shun you without giving you a chance. It wouldn't be fair to hate you for not being there when you didn't even know I existed because my mother never gave us the option for me or you to know each other or not. She decided for me and a part of me hates her for it."

I look back up at Valentine and see a shocked look on his face. Whatever he thought I was going to say, it certainly wasn't that. He regains his composure after a few seconds and clears his throat before he says, "Only time will tell if you are telling the truth or not. I will see you in a few hours." He turns to leave then stops and turns back around. "I will be checking on you two periodically and I will keep Jonathan busy." He says that last part looking directly into my eyes letting me know that that was for me. I smile sweetly back at him and say "Thank you." as he closes the door.

I turn around and see that Jace is standing close to the bed with his mouth slightly hanging open in shock. His eyebrows are pulled together like he is trying to figure out what just happened. "What in the hell was that, Clary?" Jace asks me.

I shrug my shoulders and say quietly "I have to use any weapon I have at my disposal." I close the small distance to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Even if it is an emotional weapon. I have to find a way out of here and to stop my father and brother." At this point, I am whispering in his ear.

Jace pulls back and looks me in the eyes. "I thought you had lost your mind." he whispers and gives a little chuckle. "You are also possibly the most dangerous creature in this house; using your beauty and charm to lull them into a false sense of security." I have to strain to hear the last part as his whispering is so low.

I lean in and give him a small peck on the lips. "At least you know that I don't have to pretend with you." I pull him closer and kiss him again and dig my fingers in his hair. He picks me up and walks me gently to the bed and plops me down onto it. He climbs onto it and leans back against the headboard and pulls me in between his legs and lets me press my back up against his chest and rest my head on his shoulder.

"You look better after your shower, Clary. You definitely smell better." 'That jerk!' I think to myself and I elbow him in the ribs as he laughs heartily.

"That wasn't funny." I say sourly at him. It's not my fault I hadn't been able to take a shower for a while. "You also smell better." I say as I notice the scent of his body wash.

He brings his arms around my waist and locks them together while I trace circles on the backs of his hands. "I thought I would take a shower while you did. I wouldn't want Jonathan getting any ideas about me and my sexy body too."

I can't help but laugh at that. "I don't think you're his type."

"Don't be ridiculous Clary, I am everybody's type." he says smugly.

"Wow, Jace. Your ego knows no bounds, does it?" I ask him.

He kisses the top of my head before he says, "It has nothing to do with my ego and has everything to do with my sexy body and chiseled jaw."

I flip over in his arms and pretend to inspect him, using my hand to turn his head either way to get a better look at him. "I don't know." I say with doubt laced in my voice. "It's too bad that when I am with you, people don't even see you to appreciate your handsomeness because they are too busy staring at all of this." I gesture down to myself while picking up the t-shirt I am wearing and lifting it over my head to reveal the tiny yellow tank top underneath. His eyes fly downward at my chest and I remember that I am not wearing a bra and he can practically see down my shirt.

"You are correct about that. No one would even want to look at me with you looking like that." Jace's voice is thick with desire as he eyes my scantily clad body.

"Oh my God. Did the almighty Jace just admit that I am prettier than he is?"

"He most definitely did." He looks back up and into my eyes and I can see the fire behind them. I suddenly remember that I have to tell him something and I have to do it quick. I don't think I will be able to hold myself back from him if he keeps looking at me like that.

I slide out of his grasp and push myself slightly back trying to untangle myself from him so I can think straight. He looks at me with hurt eyes and goes to reach for me to pull me back into his arms and I give him a look of 'just wait' and he leans back against the headboard.

"I have to tell you this before I get too lost in you." I say to Jace. He smiles coyly and gives me a nod of his head. I tell him to scoot over and I move to sit beside him on the bed and lean my head on his shoulder. "I created a new rune. It is really similar to the one I used to get the Mortal Cup, but there is one big difference." I turn my head to look at him as I speak low enough to barely be heard. "I can draw something on a piece of paper and then pull it out of it and bring it into existence."

His head snaps toward me and his golden eyes are wide with shock. "What do you mean?" he asks me. I quickly and quietly tell him about the daggers and throwing knives and even the stele. How I convinced Valentine to let me use one for a short period of time while Jace says, "I wouldn't let you anywhere near a stele if I were him." I turn my head down and gaze up at him through my lashes as I make innocent doe eyes at him. "Oh really?" I ask him laying it on thick for him to see my new found weapon. He chuckles and then remarks at how dangerous I have become. I then tell him about the new runes I created and what they do and let him know that Valentine said he wants me to try them on him later. I look worriedly at him and ask him if this would be okay. That I wouldn't want to try a new rune on him without his permission. He looks into my eyes and says, "I trust you, Clary."

I tell him that next time we see each other, I will give him three of the weapons and that I will try to make some more with my hidden stele, but I don't want to push my luck too far and get caught. I feel like we have managed to have this conversation in record time, trying to quietly hurry it along in whispered voices in case Valentine or Jonathan is watching and listening.

When I have finally gotten it out, I slouch down against Jace's side and bury my face into him. "Was that everything you wanted to talk about, Clary?" he asks me while skimming the tips of his fingers down the side of my face. I close my eyes at his touch and make the "Mmm hmm" sound to let him know I am done.

"Good." Jace says turning his body to me. "Because the lack of shirt you are wearing is incredibly distracting." He grabs me by my hips and pulls me into his lap to where I am straddling him and my hair falls in a curtain around us as I lean forward into him. He runs his hands up my back and under my shirt and pulls me into him for a kiss that melts my bones. My hands are on his chest and his hands have made their way so far up my back, that his arms are under my shirt making it ride up dangerously high. I pull away from the kiss and close my eyes and sigh quietly at his touch. He leans forward and starts trailing kisses down my neck and to the top of my lifted shirt. I lean into him and involuntarily clench his shirt in my hands as he places his mouth over my other chest and languorously moves his tongue across my collarbone.

I sigh a long breath and lean back away from him with great effort, and reach for the edge of the covers and flip them over our bodies, covering us from prying eyes. He looks at me questioningly and I say, "I don't want anyone to see what I am about to do to you." in my most seductive voice. I needed him. I need to release the stress I have been under...and I just plain want him. My body craves his and what it can do to me. I crash our lips back together as his hands slide around my thighs and slide up under the bottom of my shorts and he grabs my butt as I pull his shirt up and I lean forward to kiss his chest. I pull my hands back and tear off my shirt and reach out from under the covers to toss it on the floor while Jace does the same thing with his shirt.

He leans forward and pushes me back onto the bed, laying me under him; one arm supporting my weight as he lowers me. I look up at him and I feel like we are in our own little world, with the sheets covering us completely. I kick my leg up while bucking that same hip at the same time, effectively flipping him over and I climb on top of him. The moment I sit up and straddle him, we completely lose ourselves in each other again.

Just as I am coming down, I look down at Jace and I see that he won't be far behind me. I collapse on top of him, a thin sheen of sweat covering by body with the hair around my face stuck to me, and I rest my head on his perfect chest. His heart is racing and I listen as his breathing slows and the beats of his heart slow and resume a steady pace.

A few minutes pass and he brings his hand up to my chin and lifts my face up to look at him. I prop myself up on my folded arms across his chest and rest my chin on my forearm to look up at him. He looks down at me with a sort of wonder in his eyes. "How...I mean...where.." He is struggling for words and I smile up at him because he is never at a loss for words.

"What?" I ask him.

"Where did you learn to do all of that? Did you go to India and study kama sutra?" He kind of laughs, but his face remains half serious. I can tell his is really curious.

I scrunch my brows together in confusion. "Learn to do what? Was that good?" I have no idea what I was supposed to do and I just hoped that I didn't make a fool of myself. I know Jace has been with other people and I don't want to do anything embarrassing.

His mouth turns upward and his eyes bug out a little as he says, "Was that good, she says?" He gives a breathless laugh lacking humor. "I don't...you are so beyond good at 'that' Clary. I have just ascended from the luckiest man on this planet to the luckiest man in the universe. Here I thought I was going to have to teach you a few things and you end up showing me that I know nothing. This is only the third time we have made love and you have done things to me that...made me feel such pure ecstasy..." He grabs his hair on either side of his face and lets his head fall back onto the pillow.

I am utterly shocked at what he just said. At first I think that he is fudging the truth to make me feel better about my inexperience, but Jace never lies. He always says exactly what he is thinking whether you want to hear it or not. "So that was okay? That was the first time I did that to a man and then when I was on top...that was good?" I ask him.

He reaches down and grabs my face and pulls me up to him and kisses me with such intense passion that it feels like fire has shot through my veins. He pulls back and looks at me like I am a miracle, again, and says, "I don't think anyone, anywhere, ever, could make me feel as good as you made me feel. I won't be able to let you put your clothes on if I think about it too much."

I blush furiously and look away. "I am glad you enjoyed it." I tell him and I kiss his chest as I slide off of him and into the crook of his arm.

"Enjoy is not the word I would use, but we can talk about that later." Jace says in a low and sultry voice. "I could use a naked nap with you after what you did to me." I pull the covers down to expose our faces so I can get some fresh air that doesn't smell like sex. I put my hand on his chest and trace the outlines of his muscles while he drifts off to sleep.

-Valentine

I shut the door to Jace's room where I have just left Clarissa and I am still reeling from what she said. The logical part of my brain tells me that what she said is a lie. But the small part of me that was destroyed when Jocelyn left, feels like it is trying to piece itself back together. When I realize what is happening, I quickly shut down that weakness before it can spread like wildfire. She is her mother's daughter and she is a liar, just like Jocelyn.

I look up to see Jonathan staring at me with a look of annoyance on his face. "Is there something you would like to say, Jonathan?" I ask him, daring him to go against me.

"I just don't feel like she needs to see Jace so much." He says. I can see in my peripheral vision that his fists are clenched shut and his knuckles are white. 'He is actually jealous of Jace' I tell myself and let a tiny smile grace my lips.

"Why do you think I let her see Jace, Jonathan?" I challenge him. I want him to think past his frustration and jealousy as I have taught him, but something about Clary makes him forget everything I have ingrained in him. He seems frustrated by my question and I can tell he is thinking about killing me. I have come to know his face better than I know my own purely for my own safety. I have to be able to know what he is going to do before he does it so I can control him. If I didn't, I am afraid he would burn the world down.

"Because you want her to be Jace's whore? You have always favored him, Father." Jonathan is barely controlling his demon side.

"No, Jonathan." I say to him in a petulant tone that I use with misbehaving children. "I let her see Jace to keep her calm and under my control. If she thinks the key to seeing him is making me more runes, then I will let her think that. The moment I don't allow her to see Jace, she becomes angry and will lash out and be harder to predict and control." I walk past him and make my way to my room as Jonathan follows. "I do not care what they do when they are together as long as they both do as I say. If she wants to be a whore like her mother, then she can go ahead and do that. Especially if they produce offspring." The thought of a shadowhunter with such and intense concentration of angel blood would surely be the most powerful being that ever walked the earth. If I were to be able to raise and control it... "Can you imagine what their children could do?"

I turn and face Jonathan again to see him shaking with anger. "Clary is mine. How many times do I have to tell you that, Father?" His teeth are gritted together and his voice is low and angry. "She will never have his disgusting children. She will have mine and we will rule this world and all of the others in between and become the most powerful beings to ever be. Together, her and I will be unstoppable. God himself couldn't stop us." He takes a small step towards me and I ready myself to throw up a wall around me with my magical abilities. "She was made for me and I will have her and she will love every damn second of it."

His eyes have gone completely black in this moment and I know that if I deny him his sister, he will surely kill me the first chance he gets. I reach my hands around my back and interlock my fingers as I contemplate how to find a solution to this problem. Jonathan is still glaring at me, but I can see that he sees me thinking about what he just said. I pace back and forth while I run through multiple options; none of them working. The only way Clarissa would ever be willing to consider a life with Jonathan would be if she had no one left. No Jace. No Jocelyn. No vampire friend.

"Alright Jonathan." I look up at him to meet his eyes and his mouth turns up into a wicked grin. "I cannot deny that having a pure Morgenstern descendant would be ideal, but we have to be careful about how it is done. I guess that since I have tampered with you and Clarissa's blood so much, that you aren't so much siblings as you would normally be. The difference in your demon blood and her angel blood should get rid of any birth deformities that usually accompany incest." I stop my pacing and face Jonathan. His face is one of pure victory and his smile, while radiant, is off kilter by the sinister look in his eyes. "You can have your sister, Jonathan, and I think I have a plan for her to play perfectly into your arms, but it will require your patience."

Jonathan's body relaxes slightly as his manic grin widens. He is so close to having what he wants more than anything, and he can taste it. Just like I can taste it with my plans. The Morgenstern men will bring this world to its knees. Nobody can stop us from getting what we want.

"First things first. The head of the New York vampire clan owes me a favor. I think it is time for her little vampire friend to be fully welcomed into his world. Clarissa will never think it was us who got her little friend killed." I smile at my genius. "That will take care of him and leave Jace and Jocelyn behind."

"Let me take care of Jace, Father." Jonathan says eagerly.

"No, Jonathan. If you kill Jace, she will never be with you willingly. She would hate you and fight you forever." 'Why can't he see that?' I say to myself. "You could even try to 'save' him from the demons that I will send to kill him."

My long dead heart gives a little lurch when I picture him dying. I stomp down on that emotion and bury it as the weakness it is. "You could fight to keep him alive and she would be softened towards you. But in the end, you wouldn't be able to save him." I tell him. "It would be best if she saw the whole thing."

"And what about Jocelyn?" Jonathan asks me.

"I think that the most poetic justice would be for her to be killed by Lucian's own pack." I like this idea. She deserves to be torn to pieces after she rejected me for that dog. "It shouldn't be too hard to convince them that she is just like me. Just leave that part to me."

"Now," I say as I remember what I am supposed to be doing. "I have to leave and so do you. Go and prepare the cave and I have to meet with Malachai. Hopefully I can resist killing him for a little bit longer. That man is infuriatingly simple minded, but his position is useful for now."

I look to Jonathan who can't seem to stop smiling and he says, "Yes, Father." before turning and leaving my room. One and half more days until everything I have ever worked for comes together. As I reach down and twist my ring, I can't help but think I still want Jocelyn by my side and the smile that was plastered on my face slips away.