**************** Chapter 28 *******************

Jonathan lowered his head down, closed his eyes and brought his lips to his sisters. Her lips were soft and warm. He could hear her lungs fill with air as he pulled back. Jonathan looked down and watched Clary's eyes slowly flutter. Her deep sea green eyes gazed up at him as her lips formed a smile.

"Hey." Jonathan grinned affectionately.

"Hey." Clarissa smiled back; bringing her hand up to cup his face.

Jonathan closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy her touch.

"I love you." Clary whispered.

Jonathan's eyes shot open as he took in a big breath. Not again…

"You don't mean that Clarissa. Lilith she-"

"Suppressed my memories and locked me into a dream world where you and I were together." She interrupted.

Jonathan blinked at her in surprise.

"So you're back to normal. You remember the real world and the life in the dream?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh, I remember more than that." She spoke giving him a patronizing look.

Jonathan looked down in shame. Clary lifted his head up to look at her.

"Jonathan I'm…well I'm proud of you. You resisted your demon side and let me go. I know how hard that must have been. I'm proud of you big brother." She smiled.

Jonathan looked at her in awe. Only his sister would be so loving and forgiving.

"I can't take all the credit. Jace coming in helped."

"Yes but that wouldn't have stopped you if taking advantage of me was something you truly wanted; especially with Lilith backing you up. You stopped yourself and made me leave despite even my protests. I'm proud of you Jonathan."

"You shouldn't be Clary. I.." he hesitated not knowing how to say the words.

"Do you know why I love Jace so much?" Clary whispered.

Jonathan shock his head. He honestly didn't know what Clary saw in him sometimes. He trusted Jace to watch over Clary and he failed. His anger toppled with Jace's disgust left their relationship on pretty rocky terms at the moment.

"He reminds me of you." She smiled. "I love you Jonathan. You are my big brother and it would take something much worse than a kiss to change that."

Jonathan smiled reaching down and wrapping his sister in his arms. He still craved more; so much more. But her happiness mattered the most. He wouldn't do anything to make her sad.

"I love you little sister. You're the only good thing to come from Valentine and that was probably because you weren't really raised by him. "He smiled releasing her from the embrace.

Clary giggled. She knew there was no use in arguing with him. Her brother would never see himself as anything more than a monster despite how much she protested.

"Where is father dearest anyway?" she asked trying to change the subject.

Jonathan's face fell.

"What's wrong? What did I miss while I was out?" Clary squeaked.

Jonathan opened his mouth to answer but was cut off.

"Nothing much just the same old stuff!" Jace called out entering the room.

Clary's face lit up when she saw him. Jace's features relaxed upon seeing her expression as he took a seat next to his fiancée.

"So are you going to tell me what really happened?" She asked looking from her brothers averted eyes to Jace's bright gold ones.

"Jonathan let the cat out of the bag and told Valentine everything." Jace shrugged.

Clary looked at her brother in surprise.

"You mean you…you betrayed us?" she asked looking hurt.

"No! Not at all!" Jonathan replied quickly.

Clary looked at Jace.

"Elaborate please." She commanded.

Jace looked at Jonathan before placing his arm possessively around her.

"Valentine didn't want to come to save you. Jocelyn freaked out threatening to leave him. At least that was what I got the jest of when I walked in the room. Jonathan stood up for her and told Valentine to stick it where the sun don't shine. He then added insult to injury by telling him exactly how much his children hated him by how we thwarted his plans for the last year. Then the gang and I stepped in and scared him off because Valentine let him have it." Jace summarizing looking to Jonathan for approval.

"I could have taken him and apparently moms been working with her childhood friend Luke for years to undermine our father." Jonathan added.

"I remember Luke! He came and basically lived with us for a year before Valentine came." Clary smiled.

"Yeah I am pretty sure he is in love with her."

At this Clary looked taken back. She stopped and tried to think back to when Luke was in her life.

"I don't remember them ever kissing or anything. Then again if he is here now he very well might be. Anything would be an improvement for mom over Valentine." she said.

Jace nodded before pulling her into his lap as far away from Jonathan as possible. Clary could feel the tension in the air as Jace's grip tightened possessively around her. Jonathan gave Jace a dirty look which Jace returned ten fold.

"Enough you two!" She barked.

Both boys dropped the dirty looks they were giving each other and looked at her.

"We are getting this out in the open now. I won't have you two fighting anymore especially over me."

"Clary I don't think I can ever for-"

"Yes you can." She said cutting Jace off.

"Jace you know Jonathan has demon blood. Apparently demon blood is attracted to its own. Just like my angel blood probably attracts yours only with demons it's more of a sibling thing. Jonathan can control himself perfectly well when I am not delirious and throwing myself at him. "She scolded.

At this Jonathan looked down. He had tried most of his life to hide his feelings from his family and especially Jace. Jace was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"I'm not going to do anything Jace. You know how much I love Clary. She just caught me off guard and my demon side took control." Jonathan protested.

Jace took a deep breath in before exhaling. It took a second but Jace's features relaxed as he looked to his brother.

"Fine I forgive you but as soon as all of this is over we are getting you a girlfriend." Jace said mildly serious.

At this Jonathan and Clarissa laughed.

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"So, what do we do now?" Izabelle asked.

The group had traveled back to New York and were held up in the grand library. Magnus sat in a large chair turning his tea while Alec stood leaned up against the wall next to him. Helen and Alain had taken up the couch leaving Clary to sit on Jace's lap in the recliner. Jonathan sat next to their mother who was looking at the paper that Luke was showing her. Izabelle was curled up next to Simon on the floor. Robert Lightwood stood stoic next to his wife by the fire as his youngest son Max sat down next to Simon.

"We'll we find Valentine, stop him, and go back to our normal lives." Magnus replied.

"Easier said than done." Luke replied giving Mia a nod as she left the library with the paper in hand.

"Valentine knows that the mirror is the Lake. He will find a way to summon Raziel." Luke added.

"Impossible! My mother and the Clave wouldn't let him anywhere near that lake once we tell them what happened." Aline chimed.

"And what exactly did happen?" A cold voice called out.

The group turned and looked up to see an older woman standing in the doorway. Her colorless blonde hair was wrapped in a tight bun making her look cold and hard. Her gray eyes peered around the room before finally falling on Jocelyn.

"Valentine's wife here in the New York institute. Ah Maryse and Robert I knew you would eventually return to your wicked ways. "The women spoke.

Maryse and Robert looked at the women in horror.

"Imogen. We can explain!" Robert called taking a quick step towards the women.

The women knew she was outnumbered and ran. Imogen was fast despite her age but not fast enough to escape Jonathan.

"Get off of me!" The woman shouted as Jonathan pinned her to the floor.

"And let you leave to warn the Clave when you haven't gotten all the facts. I think not. Plus it would be rude of you to barge in and not at least stay for tea." The white haired boy grinned.

Imogen grunted in frustration.

"Calm yourself Imogen. We are not going to hurt you. We merely want to present you with the facts that is all." Robert replied.

"And then?" she asked.

"And then it is up to you if you believe us or not. Either way we will release you." Jocelyn spoke quietly.

The older woman gazed up at her with pure hatred.

"Your husband killed my son." She hissed.

Jocelynn looked at her strongly and without pity.

"I hate Valentine as much as you do but Stephens's death was his own. I had warned him myself not to go but he wouldn't listen."

"Mom, let us explain things to her. Please." Clary pleaded knowing that the older woman would never listen if her mother or any members of the former circle were around.

Jocelynn looked at her daughter furiously as the older women's eyes fell on Clarissa.

"Come Jocelyn Clary has proven herself beyond capable. Imogen Herondale is no match for those three after what they have been through." Luke advised.

Herondale? Clary, Jace and Jonathan looked at the old women intently now. Jocelynn nodded and left the three alone with the woman in the hallway.

"Your last name is Herondale? As in Stephen Herondale's mother?" Jace choked.

"Yes. Now if you would please get off of me." She spoke gesturing to Jonathan.

"Swear on the Angel that you will stay put and listen to us before making your decision." Jonathan said.

"Fine, I swear on the angel to not run and listen to what you have to say. Though it will matter little in the end. My mind is already made up where Valentine is concerned. I assure you." She hissed.

It wasn't the best reply but they all knew it was the best they could hope for. Jonathan let the women up as Clary gestured them all out of the hallway and into a sitting room. Jace was still looking at the old women sadly remaining silent. The four took seats as Clary began to explain everything to the women starting from the beginning.

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"Well, well, well that was almost too easy." Valentine chuckled. "I thought a faerie would put up more of a fight. Regardless that leaves only one left."

"Ah yes the werewolf. Too bad it must be one of youth or you could give your old friend a proper send off." Agramon grinned.

Valentine lifted the Mortal Sword in his hands and looked to the sky.

"I can't get him but that doesn't mean I can't make things personal for Lucian."

It was then that Valentine saw the dark skinned girl race off through the park. It was either his good luck or her bad luck that brought her here. Regardless Valentine recognized the wolf girl immediately as the one who stood in his family room next to Luke and Jace. Valentine smiled wickedly taking off after the unsuspecting child.

"An eye for an eye Lucian." He thought.

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"And why should I believe you." Inquisitor Herondale spat. "You are the daughter and sons of Valentine himself."

"But Jace isn't." Jonathan stated flatly.

"I am not interested in your trickery son of Valentine. Your father is responsible for destroying my family. I do not take kindly to any of his kin."

"But I'm not his kin." Jace spoke up finally.

The inquisitor waved him away dismissively but Jace ignored her. He walked up to her and extended his hand out to her. She looked down and saw the Herondale ring laying in his palm.

"Where did you get this?" she asked sharply.

"Jocelyn my adoptive mother gave it to me when I decided to take on my biological last name. I am Johnathan William Herondale."

The inquisitor looked at him as if it was a trick.

"Impossible."

"No not impossible. Valentine had been giving my mother Celine potions laced with angel's blood when she was pregnant. Similar to what he did to Clary's mother. When my mother killed herself he cut me out of her and brought me to live with him. I am the child of Celine and Stephen Herondale and I am your grandson. You are not alone." Jace smiled sadly.

His grandmother stared him down. He didn't know another any other way to prove it. He needed her to believe him not just to stop Valentine but so he could have a family member. It might just be her but she was still his blood; his only blood.

"Take off your shirt." She commanded.

Jace expected her to say many things, denial, anger but defiantly not that one.

"What? Why?" he asked.

"If you are who you say you are than do what I say." She spoke sternly.

Jace reluctantly agreed and began to unbutton his shirt. After a few buttons the inquisitor grabbed his shirt and opened it up exposing his shoulder. She froze for a moment looking at the star shaped mark.

"It can't be…" she whispered brushing her fingers along the scar.

She looked up at him studying his face as tears streamed down her eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his chin. She seemed to be taking in every feature of his face. The next second she wrapped Jace in her arms.

"My grandson." She cried.

Jace breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wish I could have told you sooner. Valentine never told me I had a grandmother." Jace whispered hugging her back.

After a few minutes the inquisitor finally let him go.

"If what you are telling me is true I will help you in any way that I can."