Author's Note:

Hi there! Sorry for the delay. We had guests over and our office also doubles as a guest room. I am going on vacation next week so expect slower updates from here on out. I should be able to commit to once a week. If I can do more than that, I will, but right now between vacation and gearing up for the new school year starting August 14th, it might be tight. Good news, is that I can promise weekly updates.

I wasn't going to add any sexy scenes but since someone requested and you've been so patient, I added it as a treat. This is a nice long update! Things are about to get crazy next chapter.

And of course, Winter is Here. ?

Chapter 25

The Hunted

"We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others."

-Deborah Smith, Alice at Heart

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New York was nothing like Clary had remembered. The city was where she was born but it had been so long since she had last seen it during the day. It was still early and the streets were busy busting with movement. People walking to work, and others getting ready for the day ahead. There was an energy, a type of mundane magic in its own, that electrified the air. It made her feel alive, or at least as alive as someone going on only three hours of sleep could feel. Damn, Jonathan for keeping her up most of the night.

"Ah! Just take minute to take in the scent of it all." Isabelle shouted, opening her arms and taking in a deep breath. Unlike Clary, Isabelle Lightwood had a restful night sleep. Today was going to be a long one and if the Morgenstern hoped to get through it, she knew she needed caffeine. Casting Isabelle a side glance she sniffed the air.

"It smells like garbage and rain." Clarissa replied, unsure how to describe that damp scent that mingled with the air. Certainly, the sidewalk was dirty, no different from most major cities. Perhaps, it was the smell of the harbor nearby that made everything smell wet?

"Exactly! Isn't it wonderful? It's New York, one of the fashion capitals of the world! By the angel, it feels good to be back!" The brunette grinned.

Clary rolled her eyes but went along. Today was going to be a long day filled with shopping, shopping, and you guessed it, more shopping. When Clary had asked her father for money to go to New York she was hoping that he would give her their normal amount. Then, he inquired if Isabelle was going to drag her out for shopping. Her father smiled, shaking his head, and handed her another wad of cash, whispering, "good luck," under his breath.

Jon asked Jace to stay back at the institute with him. Starkweather was efficient at running an institute but was short young bodies to hold back the influx of demons. Honestly, it didn't really make sense. Anytime Hodge tried to speak Aldertree would have a comment or suggestion. Sometimes he cut the old man off entirely. Clary couldn't help but feel frustrated for them.

Father had requested that Jonathan to assist the institute. It would save him from having to travel to New York and do the job himself. Not that this bothered Clary but something about the entire situation didn't seem right. She was glad that it was something her brother was handling. They were all going to go out tonight on patrol again. This time hitting around Magnus's neighborhood in Brooklyn, while Simon met up with his vampire acquaintances.

Clary had no doubt that Jonathan wouldn't let her out of his sight tonight. If it wasn't for the mess at the institute she had no doubt that he would have tagged along today. Still, her brother and fiancée felt better knowing that she would be back by dark. It was one of the only things that she didn't like about this relationship. The fact that now she had two overprotective bodies dictating her every movement was frustrating at times. Yet, the sex was unbelievable and the way those two men worked in sync drove her crazy!

Jonathan had taken the waitress up on her suggestion. The top floor of the club had curtained off rooms and sitting areas for people to look down onto the dance floor. It was loud and not many people were watching. One would have to concentrate to look through the thin curtains but if they did they would get an eyeful. Jonathan had sat her down on his lap, riding her dress up and tearing off her lace thong before entering her. He had motioned his hips powerfully up and down making her body rise and fall with each motion. The music was so loud and the people around them so intoxicated, that she doubted they would be able to hear her moaning.

Clary remembered being able to look down onto the dance floor as her brother took her quickly. It wouldn't do to get caught but they were both getting off on the thrill. Someone could walk into the sectioned off area any second and the thought made her all the wetter. Two organisms and a close call later, Clary was walking out of the club arm in arm with her brother. She remembered her brother's seed dripping down her thigh as he led her pantiles into a nearby ally. Women in revealing dresses gocked at her brother but Jonathan's attention remained heavily on her.

Portaling back to the institute had been easy. The problem was that it was almost sunrise by the time they came up the staircase towards the bedrooms. Each of the party had been given their own room. Jonathan gave her a swift kiss as he made his way to his room, intent on taking a shower before he joined her in bed.

The redhead doubted she would be able to stay awake that long and had no desire to sleep alone that night. Nodding, she walked down the hallway with her brother before making her way into Jace's room. If this surprised Jon, he didn't show it. Jace, awoke when she opened the door. Her fiancée had the cutest bedhead and she couldn't help but giggle. He grinned sleepily, lifting up the covers, allowing her to hop into bed with him. Curling up into his arms, she fell fast asleep. She didn't even wake up when Jonathan had crawled into bed with them after his shower.

Something about waking up with her boys made her feel at peace. 'Her boys,' it was strange just saying it but somehow it felt right. Jonathan was even growing a relationship with Jace. She noticed that he didn't look uncomfortable around the blonde. Before, Jon rather not be in the same room with Jace. In hauling another breath of the damp Manhattan air, she moved to stand next to Isabelle who was still admiring the view.

"So, where to first? We have a lot of shops to hit and a ton of catching up to do." Isabelle suddenly chimed from beside her, grabbing her friend's arm excitedly. Clary gave her a warm smile.

"First thing on the menu is coffee." She stated with certainty.

Isabelle looked around and pointed to a Starbucks in the distance. The redhead had never felt more overjoyed to see a coffee shop in her life. After the crazy night at Pandemon and another late night with Jonathan, she was exhausted.

"Is it safe to drink coffee while pregnant?" Clary inquired, picking up her pace towards the green and white logo. Isabelle waved her hand dismissively.

"Yeah, my mom would drink it when she was pregnant with Max. You should limit it but occasionally is fine. Plus, I'll need the caffeine if we want to visit all the stores on my list." She grinned. Clary instantly wished she had thrown away that list when she spotted it on the counter this morning.

Once the girls got their drinks Isabelle dragged her up to seventh avenue for a shopping tour. Clary didn't even know that such a thing even existed. A tour guide took them to various designers, explained the history of the fashion district, and then took them to designer shops where they could purchase clothing straight from the designers. All the designers flaunted over Isabelle, who was beautiful and always got such attention. Clarissa always felt like the ugly duckling around her friend but not this time. She didn't know if it was because they wanted her to purchase clothing but one designer was absolutely charmed by her.

The man adored her red hair and freckles. He also complimented Isabelle but it seemed that he latched onto Clary. The women didn't mind and liked his designs. They were sexy with a twist of sophistication. One the designer's quirks were pockets where he had hidden them in various places in his line. This suited both girls just fine and Clary found herself spending much of her money at that boutique. The tour was three hours and she was starving by the end of it.

Making their way with all their bags, Isabelle led her to a restaurant that she had GPSed on her phone. Clarissa couldn't care less where they ate. If it had food, was heated, and she could sit down, she was good. The restaurant was bright and they were seated in a big booth by the window. The space accommodated all their bags and had a view of the sky line.

"Wow, this is nice. I guess GPS did well." Izzy chimed, picking up the menu. Clary's nose twitched as she smelled the scent of fresh bread and mozzarella. By the angel did she miss New York pizza. Deciding to share a pizza, the waiter left and her friend took the opportunity to begin drilling her with questions.

"So, you and Jace huh?" her friend asked taking a sip of ice tea. Clary tore off a piece of bread and began to butter it.

"Yep. I've agreed to marry him. Try not to look so happy to be my sister." She teased, popping the warm bread into her mouth. Isabelle gave her a dirty look before grabbing a piece of bread for herself.

"You were like a sister to me long before this arrangement. My question, is how does Jonathan feel about that? I saw him dancing with you at the club last night and I know how strongly he feels about you, Clare." The young brunette spoke, choosing her words carefully.

"Ask me what you want to ask me, Iz. I won't be mad."

Isabelle sighed, closing her eyes. After finishing her bite, she opened them again, her face completely serious.

"Regardless what our family tree says, Jace is my brother. I know how Jonathan can be, especially given his upbringing and…. genetic makeup." Isabelle announced, tiptoeing around the fact that Jonathan has demon blood coursing through his veins.

"I love Jace and I don't want to see him get hurt, mentally or physically." She explained, meeting Clary's gaze. It made sense that Isabelle was watching them at the club last night. She even saw her dancing with Jonathan as the others left. Her friend wasn't stupid. She was just worried that Jonathan was going to kill her adoptive brother or that her best friend was going to break his heart. Clary couldn't blame her, she was worried about the same thing.

The waiter came to the table and dropped off the pizza. It was nothing special, just a plain cheese pizza with peperoni. Clary didn't want to order anything too extravagant considering the sensitive state of her friend's stomach. Not that Isabelle was sensitive, just that certain foods and smells were upsetting her friend more than usual. The redhead grabbed a slice in silence, taking a bite before answering.

"Jace knows that Jonathan and I are together, and he is fine with it." Clary explained, taking another bite of her pizza. Isabelle rose an eyebrow.

"How much does he know, Clare?" her friend accused. "I doubt he is okay with you sleeping with-"

"Everything." Clary replied adamantly, cutting her off. Isabelle's jaw fell open in shock.

"Jace and Jonathan have an …understanding." She blushed. She could tell that her friend wasn't following along and that she was going to have to be blunt. "They agreed to share…me… so, yeah. Jace knows exactly what he is getting himself into."

"Wow, so Jace is really okay with you and Jonathan shacking up? Do you guys have a schedule, like Monday's and Wednesday's you sleep with Jace, Tuesday's and Thursday's Jon, and the weekend by yourself? I mean isn't my brother worried that he is going to walk in on you guys?" Isabelle inquired. The deep red blush and grin on Clary's face must have given away her answer.

"Oh! My! Angel!" the brunette blurted out in disbelief. "When you said share, you mean….by the angel! Clary, you little harlot. Did you…have you done the dirty with both at once?"

"Hush and keep your voice down!" Clary snapped, her face still bright red. Even Isabelle's cheeks were warm. "Yes, once ok."

Clary very rarely saw Isabelle blush. The women was usually her go to for questions and advice. Now, they were at lunch talking about how she engaged in a threesome with her and Isabelle's brother. It was a lot and she knew that Isabelle's red cheeks were probably nothing compared to how beat red her face was now.

"Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position right now?" Isabelle asked incredulously.

"Yeah, you?" Clary teased. Isabelle's face went blank.

"Not with Jace! You might have the hots for your brother but I don't!" Iz protested, a look of disgust contorting her face.

"Just the hots for mine." Clary grinned, enjoying watching Isabelle squirm. It was payback for all those times that she had made her feel uncomfortable. A minuet passed and after much glaring on Isabelle's part the women relented.

"Ok, I'll freely admit it. Your brother is freaken hot. It doesn't help that Jonathan is probably the biggest bad boy of them all and you know I have a thing for bad boys."

"Your parents and I are both well aware of your terrible taste in men. Well, previously." Clary shrugged, a giant smirk tugging at her lips. Izzy rolled her eyes.

"All hotness aside, seeing you two… together." Isabelle whispered, lowering her head so no one could hear them. "That was the moment my crush on him shattered, was smashed on the floor, stomped into little pieces, and then blown away by the winds of a tornado named, 'not in a million years.'" Her friend explained. Clarissa couldn't help but giggle before a less pleasant realization came to her.

"So, you don't think he is hot anymore? That one moment disgusted you that much?" the redhead asked. Sure, she didn't want her friend going after her man anymore. Then again, if she was going to 'share' Jonathan with anyone, it would be Isabelle. Still, Clary couldn't help the nagging feelings that her friend was judging her and worse, was disgusted by her. Isabelle seemed to understand her silent question and leaned forward, grabbing her hand.

"I do think he is still hot, I am just perfectly content admiring him from a distance. Like one of your painting's if you will. It's more of a 'that's nice' instead of 'I want to jump his bones,' kind of thing." Isabelle smiled, warmly rubbing her hand in a calming circle.

"I am also not 'disgusted' by you two. Whatever makes you happy Clary and as long as he treats your right, I'll support it. If our brothers are okay with this arrangement and everyone is happy, who am I to judge.?"

Clary smiled and squeezed her friend's hand. Isabelle was the best friend she could have hoped for, aside from Simon of course. In the darkness that itched itself into everything her father touched, her friends remained her light.

"Speaking of happiness, I have Simon and he is everything. He makes me happy in ways I didn't think were ever possible. That nerd gives me things that I never knew I even wanted. Like this baby. I would have never dreamed I would enjoy being pregnant at 18 but here I am ecstatic! Not even your hot brother could turn my head now that I have Simon."

Clary's heart hammered in her chest watching love fill her best friend's eyes. Isabelle was head over designer heels for Simon. The two were perfect. They balanced each other out and as much as she had dreamed of her best friend marrying her brother and becoming her legal sister when she was nine, Clary wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her friend's happiness.

Growing into a woman came with the discovery that Jonathan's heart was hers and hers alone. She had thought that she had given Jonathan all her heart as well. That was until Jace managed to smuggle his way in-between them. Clary suspected that the blonde had not only taken some of her heart, but her brother's as well. Jace looked at Jonathan with admiration and the once tense atmosphere had been abolished. Much in part to Jon accepting the young blonde and taking him under his wing.

Her brother had always viewed Jace as a threat, to himself and a challenger for his father's love. It seemed Jon was letting go of that resentment and was finding someone who, like her brother, was lonely and sought out companionship. Clary desperately wished that relationship would last, not just for her selfish desires, but for both boys. They deserved a real family. One that they could count on and who wasn't warped by Valentine.

"I think we should call it a day. I feel sleepy after all of this pizza." Isabelle spoke, breaking Clarissa from the war going on in her head.

"I didn't think I would see the day that Isabelle Sophia Lightwood would throw in the towel early when it came to shopping."

Isabelle rolled her eyes and gestured towards her stomach. It was still flat from what Clary could see but she knew it wouldn't be that way for long.

"There is a baby in here cooking. Between morning sickness and the constant stress of telling my parents, this oven needs some rest!"

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Jonathan grinned watching Jace decapitate the training dummy. The blonde looked down as the man's head rolled across the floor to his feet. A good dummy it was too. It had lasted the entire morning until the second Jace sliced it in two.

"Not bad. You're a fast learner." Jon praised. It was rare that he ever had a good thing to say. He wasn't one to pat others on the pat or give words of encouragement. With the exception being his sister, Jonathan was always out for himself. It was a bit of a relief to train Jace without Valentine's nagging voice, reminding him that he was worthless. The constant level of disappointment that always laced his father's tone played over and over in his head. That was before, now it had seemed to make a disappearance and the demon hoped that it would stay gone.

"Did father show you that move?" Jace asked, wiping the sweat from his brow and kneeling back up from his stance.

They had been going at it for hours now. It was late in the afternoon and he was eager to check in with Clarissa. The fact that he had trained Clary in fighting and that she graduated head of her class, didn't detour him from worrying about her constantly.

"No, I created that one on my own. During one of the raid's father sent me on. I ended up landing in a group of vampires. The dynamic of being able to jump against the wall kept them guessing before the final blow." Jonathan shrugged, walking towards where his bag was. Jace followed behind eagerly.

"Worried about Red?" his little brother asked, taking a seat and chugging his bottle of water. Jon gave him a look, one that meant he didn't want to talk about it. Jace's golden eyes blinked, before he turned his gaze away. His brother was beginning to understand his silent signals. At least that was a positive.

"It's ok. I am too." Jace replied, with sympathy. Jonathan ignored him looking down at his cellphone. He wanted to call her but didn't want it to come across as suffocating. His sister could handle herself, after all Valentine had made him oversee her training himself. Yet, he still worried that something might happen to his little dove. She was his Achilles heel and he would make hell rain from the sky if she were ever harmed.

"Clary just got back to the institute. Want to go down and greet her or are you just going to stare down at your phone all day, bro?" Jace spoke loudly.

It was clear that it wasn't the first time that his brother had tried to get his attention. Jace must have been talking to him. The fact that Clary was back safely made the tension release from his shoulders. His mind cleared as he focused on the blonde in front of him.

"Let's go. Knowing Isabelle, I am sure she came back with tons of clothes." Jonathan frowned but Jace grinned.

"Knowing my sister, I am sure there is probably some lacy lingerie involved." Jace whispered. Jon's eyes went wide.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" the demon spoke, putting his phone in his pocket. Together, they made their way towards the door to go and greet their darling redhead.

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Clary and Isabelle stood by the entry doors, their shopping bags littering the floor in front of them. Jace was the first to come down and greet them. Clary saw Jonathan hovering in the background while Simon had appeared and began speaking to him. Whatever her best friend was saying, her brother looked unamused.

"Hello, beautiful." Her fiancée greeted her, kissing her on the lips. Clary's cheeks warmed as she watched Jace lean down and scoop up the bags. It appeared that Iz had trained her brothers well. Her best friend grinned behind her.

"No hello for your sister? I see how it is." Isabelle teased. Jace shook his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"I would take your bags too but I don't have enough arms and that is the rat's job." Jace spoke loudly. The man in question broke away from her brother and began making his way towards the them. Simon hated Jace's nickname for him. It always got under her friend's skin.

"It was one transformation spell gone wrong years ago, Jace. Let it go, bro." Simon responding, taking the numerous bags from his girlfriend. She had about ten bags while Isabelle had about twenty. Clary had to help her carry some.

"No can do, man." The blonde replied.

"What were you talking to Jonathan about?" Iz inquired, curiously breaking up the argument. Grabbing the smaller bags beside her the group notices Simon go stiff. The man instantly looked uncomfortable and that made both girls suspicious. When Simon refused to answer the question, Clary looked towards her brother. Jonathan's arms were folded in front of him. Clearly, not amused at having to be put in the middle of this.

"He wants to go to the Hotel Dermot alone, tonight." The young Morgenstern announced. Simon's frowned deepened as Isabelle turned her dark eyes on him.

"You want to go into a hotel of vampires, one of the biggest organized clans in the world, alone?" the brunette accused. Simon gave Jon and 'thanks a lot' look but her brother shrugged. It wasn't his problem. Clary knew that he wouldn't voluntarily keep information from her.

"You can't be serious, Simon." Clary protested, joining her friend. Simon looked uncomfortable but his stance remained firm.

"I will be fine. The leader of the New York clan and I have an understanding. I always go alone and I don't want to break what fragile relationship we have by bringing others. There is nothing that says, 'I don't trust you' like brining along a tag team." Simon argued. Isabelle gave him a pointed look, unconvinced.

"Let's talk about it upstairs." The women replied. Turning to walk up the staircase in silence. This was not good and Clary gave Si a look to show that. The group watched Isabelle walk up the stairs and turn the corner. As soon as she was out of sight, Jace whistled.

"You better go make peace, Rat boy. My sister can hold a grudge. She might seem collected but trust me when I say that is the calm before the storm." He explained.

Simon, nodded. They both knew Isabelle well enough to know her temper. It wasn't that her friend was easy to anger, no Isabelle had a pretty calm head, but when she was angry, well, it was best to settle to storm before it became a hurricane.

Clary watched Simon carry the rest of Izzy's bags up the stairs as Jonathan approached her. Her brother was sweaty, as was Jace. The redhead briefly wondered what her boys had been up to all day. Hopefully training or doing something productive. She would hate to learn that they had been fighting. Judging by their calm demeanor, she assumed not.

"Well, that was eventful." Jon teased. Clary gave her brother a small exhausted smile. The coffee was wearing off and after that meal, she was pretty tired. Jon seemed to pick up on this and grabbed the rest of the bags from the floor.

"Come on, dove. I think you need to catch up on some sleep. It is better that you are rested before we go out for patrol tonight." He cautioned.

Clarissa nodded, following her brother up the staircase. Jace followed behind her and her lips turned up in a small grin. It seemed her boys always seemed to flank her. They were becoming quite the over protective pair.

Jonathan led them to her room, opening the door. She followed behind, indicating that the boys could leave the bags on the floor. Jace shrugged, putting them out of the way by the closet, while Jon placed them in the middle of the floor. The difference in opinions made her want to giggle. Perhaps, she was delearious from lack of sleep?

"You look beat, Red. Jon, is right. You need to get some sleep." Jace announced, closing the door. As soon as it shut, she felt her brother's arms wrap around her. They had been out till sunrise and it was only a matter of time before it caught up to her. Jon didn't require the same amount of sleep that she did. A fact that annoyed her at the moment.

"There is a lot to do and we are only here for a few days. I don't want to miss anything." She protested. Her protest fell on death ears, as Jonathan led her to the bed. Clary sighed as he leaned down and began to remove her shoes. It felt good to sit down again but she still didn't want to sleep. Deciding to try a different approach, she turned to her other lover.

"Jace, please." The petite women, protested. Her fiancée just shook his head, stepping forward to join her on the bed.

"Jonathan told you to rest." Jace scolded. Clarissa frowned, not enjoying the fact that they were gaining up on her. Yes, she admitted that a nap would be lovely. She would probably even take one willingly if she was ever allowed to leave Idris more than once in a blue moon!

"Jon, please. I am fine, I promise." Clary had hoped that he was going to support her in this but judging by look that passed between both men, it seemed as if they had other plans.

Leaning forward, Jace gently pressed her down onto the comforter. She didn't have time to gasp before his lips were on hers. A part of her wanted to fight it but she was no match for the warmth that flooded her body. Opening her mouth, she allowed her lover's tongue to tangle with hers. Not even conscious that her brother's hands were still taking off her shoes, she squirmed.

"Relax, baby." Jace instructed, pressing his lips back against hers. Closing her eyes, she lost herself to the sensation of Jace's touch.

It was that distraction that made her obvious to her brother's hand reaching up her skirt. It wasn't until his calloused hands brushed up against her inner thighs that her body coiled and she broke away from Jace to look down. Jon's dark eyes were trained on her, pushing her skirt up until it reached her hips.

She didn't have time to watch him as Jace had tilted her chin up, devouring her lips once again. By the angel could that man kiss! Purring, she moaned as her brother's hand moved her underwear to the side. Then, his hot mouth was against her mound. Then, his tongue pushing inside of her, lapping up her juices. By the angel, she was losing all sense as she kissed Jace hungrily, her hands reaching down to find his growing manhood. Clary was grateful that he was wearing sweat pants, making it easy to access the hardness growing between his legs.

Leaning forward, she reached down into his pants and wrapped her hands around his dick. It seemed that her fiancée enjoyed going commando. A fact that she took delight in learning. Another moan escaped her lips as her brother pulled her legs downward and began to suck expertly on her clit. The sensation drove her to the edge and gave her courage to do something that she had been wanting to do for a while now.

Breaking off the kiss, Clary leaned down and brought Jace's manhood to her lips. Golden eyes blazed as she opened her mouth and took him in. Adjusting himself, the redhead took him in deeper, swirling her tongue around him. Jonathan had been a good teacher and his patience had paid off. At least, she thought Jace would think so.

Another flick of her brother's tongue turned her into a moaning mess as she released her hold on Jace for air. The blonde wasn't displeased. He seemed to enjoy watching her come just as her brother did. When she finally started to recover Jonathan had taken off his pants and joint them on the bed.

Laying down, he gestured for Jace to stand. The blonde nodded, getting off the bed and taking his place between her quivering legs. Jonathan grinned, leaning down and kissing her. She tasted her juices on his lips but it didn't disgust her. Then, Jace grabbed her legs, turning her onto her stomach.

Getting on all fours, Clary hovered over her brother's torso and began to suck him. Jace watched them for a moment before he lined up against her. Then he was taking her from behind while her mouth worked on getting her brother off. It was different but the fact that she could please both at once made this even hotter.

Jace began thrusting into her, faster. Even after her first orgasism, she felt herself building up again. The feeling made her more eager to please the man under her. With a steady rhythm, she picked up the pace, only stopping when she came. The shock was so much stronger not that she was stone cold sober.

Panting, Clary struggled to regain her breath as Jonathan shifted underneath her. Gasping for breath, she let out a sound of surprise as her brother began pressing against her rear. Her muscles tightened as he bypassed the hole and entered her.

"Next time, little dove. You did enjoy being filled by both of us together last time." Her brother purred. His voice hot and smooth as silk.

Jace had left her plenty lubricated as Jonathan slammed into her. His rapid speed told her that he was in no mood for slow foreplay. Closing her eyes, she braced herself against the bed, grabbing onto Jace's hand for support. Her fiancée began rubbing her swollen breasts as Jonathan continued to slam into her.

"By the angel!" Clarissa screamed, letting her body spasm again. How she was so responsive after last night's activities was beyond her. Not that she cared particularly now. Squeezing tightly, she milked her brother for all that he was worth. By the time she came down from her high, all she wanted to do was crawl into the covers and sleep.

"You tricked me." She yawned, failing to put the proper amount of force into her voice. Jace's arms curled around her, as he pulled the crisp bedsheets to cover her.

"Guilty as charged, now sleep. You have time for an hour nap before we have to gear up to leave." The blonde instructed.

Clary did feel sleepy but she didn't want to sleep alone. Draping her arm over Jace's chest, she curled into his side.

"I'll sleep if you stay with me."

"Jon and I –" Jace began but was cut off.

"I can take care of it. You stay and keep Clarissa warm." Jonathan commanded, pulling up his black jeans. Jace frowned but accepted. Being his lovers personal pillow was much more preferable than a boring meeting.

Clary was already asleep as Jonathan began making his way towards the door. Perhaps it was that the sun was setting or that he had his mind on other things but Jonathan tripped on one of the shopping bags. Jace chuckled as he watched his brother catch himself. The demon shot him a dirty look.

"That wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave them in the middle of the floor, honey." Jace scolded playfully.

"I'll do a better job of putting things away next time, dear." Jon replied sarcastically.

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Simon rolled out of the warm covers placing his feet onto the cold wooden floor. Isabelle lay nestled in the covers, naked from their recent love making. Isabelle had all but yelled and screamed for him not to go. He had tried explaining to her how important it was for him to talk to Raphael. It had been almost a week since they had spoken and he didn't want their relationship to glow cold.

Finally, Isabelle relented or rather changed tactics. Instead of using her words, she persuaded him with her body to stay. There was no way that Simon could resist her charms, he never could. Unfortunately for her, he had more stamina. His beautiful pregnant girlfriend was all but worn out from shopping with Clary this morning to stay awake.

Looking out the window Simon saw the sun beginning to set in the sky. He cast one last look at his lovely angel before gaining the courage to do what he needed to do. Getting out of the bed he pulled his jeans off the floor. If he was quick, he could go and touch base with Raphael. Then be back at the institute before Isabelle woke up. He wouldn't lie about going but then he would be back and she would see that everything was okay.

Alec would be on his way back from Magnus's shortly and he could join their hunt tonight. It worked out for everyone if he got his butt out of the room in time. Tip toing silently, he grabbed his weapons and threw on the rest of his clothes. Drawing a silent rune on his arm, he opened the door and closed it. No one was around to see him walk out the institute but Jonathan who was focused on a map of the Bronx.

"I'm heading out! Be back in an hour." He called to the pale blonde. Jonathan looked up momentarily meeting his gaze before waving his hand dismissively. Simon was happy that he wasn't asking questions. It really wasn't his business.

He took a taxi and got out outside of the hotel. The driver rose an eyebrow but sped off after he paid him. The hotel Dermot was cold, colder than Simon had remembered. There was no one to greet him at the entrance so he used the back way that Rapheal had showed him once. He already had the leader's permission to be here so he didn't fear getting ambushed.

Simon walked about the staircase quietly, holding out his witchlight. It was odd that he had not seen Raphael or any of his constitutes. The man always had someone guarding the hotel. It was like their home after all. Si had made it to the top of the banister when he felt a presence behind him.

"You shouldn't have come. This place is no longer safe for you." Raphael's silky voice whispered beside him. Simon resisted the urge to jump instead turning to give his friend a frown.

"Since when? We have been meeting here for almost a year, my friend." The shadowhunter inquired curiously. Raphael chuckled.

"It is reassuring that you consider me a friend, shadowhunter. Not many of your kind would consider a night child worthy of such a title."

"Well in case you haven't noticed, I am not your typical shadowhunter." Simon replied. Raphael placed a hand on his shoulder, leading him towards another staircase. He could only assume that it led to the roof.

"I was hoping you would not come tonight, there are matters we need to discuss." The vampire spoke.

Simon nodded, following his friend as they walked in darkness until the vampire opened the rooftop door, letting in the moonlight.

"Why is the hotel not safe for me anymore?" Simon asked stepping onto the decaying tile.

"I was not just referring to the hotel but New York. The city itself is not safe for you. You are being hunted and by someone I am afraid I cannot help you against." The pale skinned young boy spoke.

"Who, who is hunting me and why?" Simon questioned, turning around to face his friend. Raphael remained in the dark corridor.

"I do not know why I only know that she is. Watch your back, Simon, and go back to Idris. That is all the advice I am able to give you." He whispered. Then before the shadowhunter could ask more, he shut the door.

Simon stared at the closed door before turning his attention onto the New York sky line. The view was nice from here. He could only imagine the beautiful sunsets and sunrises. Too bad it was spent on a group who could not enjoy it. Taking a breath, Simon collected himself. Something was wrong, terribly wrong and he needed to get to the bottom of it immediately.

Simon gave one last look towards the skyline, in the direction of the institute. Isabelle would be furious but it would have to wait. Drawing a balance and strength rune on his arm, the young man jumped from the ledge onto the window seal of a nearby building. Careful not to fall, he made his way to one of the old fire ladders before jumping back down onto the street. Simon wasn't sure what was going on but he knew who might know. It wasn't going to be easy but this was his assignment and he wasn't about to let his year of hard work blow out the window. He needed help.

The problem was who could help him? Simon didn't want to involve Isabelle. It made him nervous when she put herself in danger, even more so now that he knew about the baby. Clary was busy with Jace and if she left Isabelle would be sure to notice. Jonathan might help but Simon didn't really know him and he doubted he would keep anything from Clary. There was only one place he could go. Turning he began to make his way in the opposite direction of the institute, hoping his friend was alone and didn't have company.