Jocelyn POV

An immensely breath-taking flood of emotion crashed over me as I realized what had just occurred. My heart throbbed irritably in my chest as I slowly put down the revolver with quivering hands. Almost immediately I felt my body folding in on itself but before I could fall, Luke was there to my rescue. His warm arms were around me and he turned my body into his. I lay my head on his chest with a new-found assurance, he would always be here, and as long as he's here, I have nothing to fear.

"You okay darling?" Luke asked with his eyes deep with concern.

But I couldn't speak, not yet at least. Even though Valentine was the worst kind of scum that ever roamed the surface of planet Earth, he deserved some kind of acknowledgement of his death- a moment of silence. And in that moment I reflected on all the moments I had with that beautiful man- the good and the bad.

I remembered those sleepless nights with Valentine, when we were young and passionate. His irresistible body pressing down on mine engulfed in sweat as we moved to the beat of our hearts. His strong will the night he purposed to me. The tears that flowed as I happily said yes. The night I first accepted he'd gone mad. The night of the battle- the night our house was burned. Hiding from him for years, afraid of what he'd do to me; him finally finding me and me having to inflict a self-induced coma. Waking up and…

"Jocelyn…are you still in there?" Luke shouted frantically.

"Yes, Luke," I sighed completely aggravated, "Now you can stop pestering me. Even though you are not human…you should at least have human emotions. Valentine just died and you're acting like nothing happened."

"Need I remind you that it was you who shot him ten times Jocelyn?" Luke retorted angrily pushing away from me.

"Well maybe I regret doing it. No matter how cruel Valentine was, if you died he would have paid his respects because that's what a man does." I stated coldly. Then I threw off his wedding band and walked away. Not knowing where I was going, I just wanted my life back anyway I could get it.

Jace POV

I eagerly wrapped my arms around Clary, relishing the feel of her soft pale skin against mine. Every little thing about her drove me crazy and I was still a bit skeptical about the whole thing. It was just the two of us, in the middle of nowhere and I couldn't help but feel like most likely the luckiest guy in the world.

"Let's have some fun, Jace." Clary suggested, bouncing on the tip of her toes like she had no other care in the world, even when it was the exact opposite scenario. Her eyes lit up like the fourth of July as I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and silky like roses, I would kiss them all day if she'd let me.

"What type of fun are we talking here?" I joked, poking her rosy cheek with my index finger.

"Hmm…how about…red light, green light?" Clary whispered seductively, trailing her slender pinky down my neck. "I'll name a body part…if you're cool with it say green light…if you can take it anymore…say red light. Get it?"

I nodded a bit dumbfounded.

Clary giggled mischievously, "Neck…"

I inhaled slowly, "Green light."

Soon I felt her plump lips sucking gently on my neck, a small moan escaped my lips making my cheeks flush.

"Chest…" She crooned.

This was so out of character for her, but I played along anyway, I could use this distraction. "Green light."

Her light fingers trailed down my neck and settled on my chest stroking a gentle rhythm as she ran her tongue down my torso. Before I knew it I was erect…I knew where this was going. Oh Clary…why are you doing this to me? Why now?

"Pelvis?" Clary whispered gazing into my eyes daringly.

As I opened my mouth to say "green light" a dark figure appeared behind Clary and I immediately knew who it was.

"Red light." The sinister voice whispered chillingly in Clary's ear. He didn't touch her, but the moment he did…it would be a fight to the death.