When she let it go of his hand, they walked in the room side by side, her face didn't show any feelings and he knew that was the way it had to be in that moment. He came back to the middle of the room, sitting in the chair he was before. She stood beside of him.

"So, what have you decided?" Victor, the man that was judging Jonathan before, looked at Sophia.

"We won't kill him. But he will be punished."

"Fair enough." Sophia said.

"He'll be under your guard, because you can't help him if he tries something wrong, but someone from the Clave will be checking on you two. He'll have to promise some things in front of everyone right now, make promises to you. His runes will temporally lose its power, until we can trust him, but he'll keep being a Nephilim. He'll meet the Silent Brothers, so they can check on his mind. If he chooses the evil instead of good, he'll be killed without any kind of judgment. He'll sign a contract with those conditions with his own blood, and if he does, then he can live."

"Alright. Acceptable conditions."

"The promises now: He must promise to don't harm any Nephilim that is working according to the Clave's laws. He can't summon demons or other angels. He must never touch the mortal instruments. The last promise, he can't go back to Idris, never again." Sophia looked at Jonathan.

"Jonathan, are you ready to promise me those things?" She knew it would be terrible to him, he could see through her eyes that she knew. He couldn't harm any Nephilim working according to the Clave's laws. But what if they tried to hurt him? Or worse, what if they tried to hurt Sophia? About summoning demons and other angels, it was cool. Other angels, which would mean he could summon on Sophia, once she goes back to heaven, if he needed her. The mortal instruments, he didn't see any reason to touch it again now. Never going back to Idris… Idris was his home. It would be hard; he would never be able to see those hills where he grew up again. There was no place like Idris, there would never be. But he couldn't refuse the conditions, not now.

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Promise me you won't harm any Nephilim that is working according to the Clave's laws."

"I promise."

"Promise me you will never summon on demons or other angels again."

"I promise." He was really glad and relieved that she reminded the "other" word, or he would never be able to summon her.

"Promise me you will never touch the mortal instruments again."

"I promise."

"And last promise: Promise me you will never go back to Idris."

"I promise."

"Now you must sign the contract with your blood and then you can go back to… Iceland."

"In fact, I was thinking about staying in New York, near to the Lightwoods, since they work with the Clave. You know, a signal of good faith." Sophia said.

"As you wish."

He gave the contract to Jonathan and a knife, but Sophia took the knife from his hand. She took Jonathan's wrist and looked at him. She cut her finger and his wrist at the same time, but no one saw it. She didn't use his blood, but hers. He tried to twist his wrist, to let his blood run through the point of the feather he would use to sign the contract, but she was holding his arm too tightly. She smiled at him and handed him the feather with her blood on the point of it so he could sign. He could mix his blood with hers, but she would still have to deal with the contract anyway and she wouldn't be very happy if he did it. He signed with her blood.

When she pulled her hand back, the cut on her finger wasn't there anymore and her finger was clean, without any blood. She took the contract and gave it to Victor.

"You can go now." He said.

They would be at a hotel this night, so tomorrow they could find a place to live in New York. They could stay at the institute, but it would be terrible and she knew it. He didn't talk about the meeting until they got inside of the hotel, they walked through the streets without talking, he didn't even look at her. He closed the door of their room and looked at her.

"Sophia, how could you do that?"

"Do what?" She said, sounding innocent, but she knew what he was talking about.

"You used your own blood. Now you have to pay for everything I did!" He said in a low voice as if someone else would hear.

""He'll be under your guard, because you can't help him if he tries something wrong, but someone from the Clave will be checking on you two. He'll have to promise some things in front of everyone right now, make promises to you. His runes will temporally lose its power, until we can trust him, but he'll keep being a Nephilim. He'll pass through the Silent Brothers, so they can check on his mind. If he chooses the evil instead of good, he'll be killed without any kind of judgment."" She recited it perfectly, with the same words Victor used. "Let's see… Well, I can be under my own guard, that's not really hard. The Clave can check on us whenever they want to, it's fine. The promises, you made them all. But your runes… I don't need runes and they don't even last long on my skin, not even the permanent ones. You couldn't lose your runes. When I'm gone, you have to be able to take care of yourself. Many people will haunt you, I know that. They say they will take your runes away temporally? Ha, temporally my ass. Until we can trust him. They'll never trust you; I couldn't let it happen to you. You can see the Silent Brothers, they'll check your mind, but they won't know it wasn't your blood on the contract, don't worry. They'll be searching for specific things, like plans. A brain has too much information, they couldn't search it all. And if you choose evil, you'll be killed with or without a contract."

"You needed a rune yesterday, to help you with the pain." He protested.

"I won't die in pain, don't worry."

"If they trust you, you can use runes' power again, can't you?"

"They don't trust me, they fear me. It's different. But I'm not worried about it now…" She said and came closer to him. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear. "Remember what you told me earlier? About my clothes?" He knew he should push her away and keep arguing, but he didn't. He pulled her closer instead.

"Damn it, woman, I'm just a weak boy, show some mercy." She laughed and pushed him to a couch. He sat down and looked up at her; she was standing in front of him. She sat on his lap and he kissed her, she was pressing her hips against his and it was enough to make him hard, she felt.

He pushed her to the ground, lying over her, protecting her body with his arms as he did so she wouldn't be hurt. He looked at her.

"We never tried it on the ground."

"There's always a first time for everything." She smiled. Her wings were beneath her body, he wondered if the wings would make things harder. He leaned in and kissed her again, holding her wrists against the ground, beside of her body. She broke the kiss. "Wait, this time I want to try something."

"What would that be?" She got her wrists free and rolled them over, so his body was beneath her.

"I want to be on the top." She grinned.