Morgenstern and Herondale
I was pondering about the hectic events of the past week and a half.
It was only last week that I had been informed of my engagement, and here I sat now, an unhappily married women, only sixteen. It was a strange situation really—it was so ridiculously fast! Everything had gone by in a whizzed blur.
Ditching the depressing daydreams, I sighed contently, still snuggled into Jace on the sofa. I honestly couldn't be bothered to move off him; it would only cause arguments. I listened to the steady, powerful thump of Jace's heart, memorizing the beat. My fingers were fumbling with his shirt, looking for something to do.
"I'm bored." I mumbled into his chest. "Do you wanna train?" I asked hopefully, looking up at him.
Jace's yellow eyes met mine. "No."
"No?" I repeated incredulously.
"No." He sighed.
"But…but…" I stuttered. "But we're shadowhunters."
Jace shrugged and held onto me tightly. "Yes. We are."
I sat up suddenly, frowning at him. "Let's train then."
"No." He groaned.
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
"I don't wanna hurt you." Jace mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" I repeated, astonished.
Jace cleared his throat, uncomfortably. "I said I don't wanna hurt you."
I narrowed my eyes to slits and growled, "I could easily knock you on your ass, Herondale."
"Don't bother taunting me," Jace smirked. "I'm not going to fight you."
I huffed and slumped back into the sofa, my mind wandering to Jonathan. The demonic process must've started by now. Oh god. Maybe I should phone him again?
"I want to phone my father." I said loudly and confidently, hiding the awful, gnawing guilt. I was being incredibly mean.
Jace shook his head. "No. I don't trust you, not after your stupid little stunt earlier."
"I want to phone my father." I hissed between my clenched teeth. "I promise."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that."
My wide, distressed eyes flicked to his. Guilt burned through me as I muttered, "I promise." We looked into each other's eyes for around a minute, none of us surrendering, gold moulding into green, before Jace pulled away and visibly clenched his jaw, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He pushed it into my hand.
"Hurry up. One minute."
I snatched it and pulled myself off the couch, walking away. I quickly hurried into the bedroom and slammed the door. I redialled Jonathan number, my eyes welling. He wouldn't answer. I tried and tried, probably wasting all of the credit. Suddenly, when all my hope had evaporated, he picked up.
"WHAT?!" Jonathan roared into the line.
I gasped. "It's me."
He groaned. "Clare-bear." He coughed and spluttered. "This isn't the best time."
"Please." I cried into the phone. "Please. Try to fight it."
"I can't." Jonathan moaned and immediately retched, dropping the phone for a minute.
Tears trailed down my cheeks. "Please. Oh please. Fight it."
"It's winning." He panted. "You know—" he gasped. "You know I won't change. I will always be me. I will. Please believe me. I will."
"I know you will." I reassured him. "I swear on the angel. I know you will. You will never change, you got that? You will never change to me. Jonathan—" I choked back, my ears suddenly noticing footsteps stomping down the hallway. Oh crap. Jace obviously knows. "I love you, okay? Jace is coming…Get better for me. I love you. I love you." The door yanked open and smashed into the wall, revealing a furious Jace. Oh god. I hung up abruptly and handed him the phone. He took it and threw it to the floor, bringing his foot down on it and crunching it to electrical fragments.
