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There were certain things that Clary figured she'd think about as she walked through the door. What was she supposed to say? What would it be like to talk to her mother again? How were things going to go? Good? Bad? Maybe even worse than when she left Clary and Jonathan?
No. Nothing could be worse than that. This had to be better. If they couldn't fix this, what was she supposed to do? Live with the Lightwoods for the rest of high school?
Luke paused outside the door, turning to the pair of siblings with a small smile. "Now, when you go in there, just don't… don't guilt trip her. Please?"
Clary looked at Jonathan. Their eyes met and little agreement passed between them.
"Okay."
"We'll be smart about it," Jonathan added. "There's no point in screwing everything else up too."
Luke nodded and then opened the door. He stepped through and just as Clary moved to as well, Jonathan grabbed her arm.
"Wait."
"What is it?"
He sighed, glancing to the door and back to his sister. "Are we sure this is a good idea? I mean… bringing her back into our life just as Dad is about to leave? Is this smart?"
"Would you rather have no one?" Clary asked. "Luke and Mom can help up. Luke has helped us, and I trust him."
Jonathan nodded. "I do too. I'm just.. She left us. That's not easy to get over.
"Do you want our mom back or not?" He just nodded in obvious answer. She grabbed her brother's hand and squeezed for a reassurance. "Good. Now, are you ready?"
He closed his eyes momentarily and nodded. "Let's do this."
The last thing she expected was the effect that seeing her mother had on her heart. Clary was prepared for many things, but she wasn't prepared to freeze in the doorway, causing Jonathan to bump into her, and having her heart feel like it was breaking and mending at the exact same time.
Looking back at her was a set of green eyes that was almost identical to Clary's. Those eyes that used to be the last thing she saw before she fell asleep at night. It was one of the few things that could calm her when she used to panic as a child. Those eyes said I love you without using words.
"Clary. Jonathan."
"Mom," Jonathan croaked, and before Clary knew it, he rushed to her side in a blur. "Mom, oh my God." He gripped her hand, softly at least, and leaned down to touch it to his forehead.
Clary watched from the doorway, almost too frozen to move.
"Jonathan," Jocelyn squeaked out. "I missed you, son. I missed you so much."
"We missed you too." Clary could hear the small tears in his voice. One thing Jonathan never did? Cry. "God, why – why did you leave us?"
"We don't have to talk about that yet," Luke warned. He eyed Jonathan angrily. "Maybe we should just ease our way into that conversation."
Everyone agreed – and Jonathan apologized for forgetting what they talked about – and suddenly all pairs of eyes were on Clary.
"Sweetheart," her mother called out, raising her hand in hopes of Clary to take it.
Step by step, Clary made her way to her mother. It took an eternity, but as soon as their hands touched, Clary collapsed in the same position as her brother and cried.
And cried. And cried.
"Shh, it's okay," Jocelyn said, running her hand through Clary's curls. "I'm here. I'm here now."
It was a weird feeling, something that was bottling up in Clary's chest. It wasn't like anything she felt with Jace, or Simon, or Sebastian or her brother. It was deeper, and where there was so much pain there was just as much joy. Like she felt like her heart could burst.
"And I'm so sorry," Jocelyn continued as her children let their emotions out. "I'm so sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for how your father treated you two. I know I didn't make the best decisions, that I was selfish and I don't deserve you two, but I'm so sorry."
"Jocelyn," Luke warned.
"I need to get this out. I need them to know that–"
There was a knock at the door, and they all looked up towards Jocelyn's doctor now standing there. "Um, I'm sorry to interrupt."
Luke sighed. "It's alright, Caterina. What is it you need?"
"Well, Jace is pacing a hole in the floor at the moment and Kaelie seems to be one second away from biting her finger off, so…"
"I'll go get them," Jonathan said, standing slowly and exiting the room with Caterina.
"Jace and Kaelie?" Jocelyn asked.
Clary nodded. "Jonathan's girlfriend and… my boyfriend."
Jocelyn's eyes grew wide. "You – you have a boyfriend?"
Then she started to tear up. Her green eyes glossed over before little droplets fell down her cheeks. Luke was there immediately, touching her hair and rubbing circles on her arm but it didn't seem to be helping too much.
"I – I missed so much," Jocelyn whispered. "I left and missed out on so much–"
"It's okay," Clary and Luke said at the same time. But Clary was the one that continued. "And you have plenty of time to make up for it now," she smiled.
"Clary?"
She didn't have time to register her name before she felt Jace's familiar hand on her shoulder and his body squatting next to hers.
She touched his hand, smiling up at him before looking back at her mother. "Mom, this is Jace."
"Hello, ma'am," he said with a voice so mannered that Clary almost wanted to laugh.
"If I didn't know any better, Jace is almost trying to be polite," Jonathan teased. "Who would've thought it was possible?"
Luke chuckled. "You'd be surprised what the love of your life can do."
Jace squeezed her shoulder. She smiled up at him when he kissed her cheek softly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to relax her. She welcomed it. She welcomed anything he did.
While the others started to banter, without an actual argument, Clary leaned in towards her mother.
Jocelyn smiled at her and then her eyes jumped to Jace who wasn't paying any attention. "You love him?"
Clary nodded. "Jace is the reason I haven't gone off the deep end."
"I guess I should be thanking him then. He was there for you when I wasn't."
"Mom, can you promise me something?"
She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again. "Of course."
"Stop the self-hatred right here and right now," Clary said firmly. "I don't want you thinking like that. I've been down that road – got that from you apparently – and the best thing we can do now is to just move now."
Jocelyn stared at her daughter for a long time, and the two ignored the entire world around them. Finally she reached up and touched Clary's cheek. "How did you grow up so fast?"
She shrugged. "Is it such a bad thing?"
She shook her head and Jace's voice caught their attention suddenly.
"Just because I'm going to be the starter at Florida, doesn't mean you should hate me for it," Jace shot at Jonathan. "We don't even play the same position so stop with the piss-ass attitude. I'm not giving it up, especially not for you."
Jonathan held his hands up defensively. "I never said you had to. But in a year's time when I'm there and you're not, I can have quite a bit of influence. And guess what? You might not even be what they're looking for, Herondale."
"That's a funny joke. No one is taking my spot, and you can't talk the coaches out of it."
"We'll see about that."
Jace rolled his eyes. "Always the dramatic one. Must have gotten that from a lack of talent."
"What's your excuse for the arrogance then?" Jonathan shot back.
"I'm perfect. Who needs an excuse when I'm allowed to act like that?"
Jocelyn tapped Clary's hand, bringing her attention back. "Is he always this… conceited?"
Clary chuckled. "Um, yeah. It's something you get used to."
"Kiss my ass, Herondale."
"In your dreams, Morgenstern."
Jocelyn pointed at the boys. "And do they always…"
Clary sighed. "Sadly."
But even if that was true and they were always like that, at least her family was finally somewhat getting pieced together. There was only one thing left.
The trial.
"So that went well," Jace smiled as they entered Clary's room. "I mean, it could've been worse."
"Yeah, at least while everything else is falling apart, I can always count on you and Jonathan to never change on me. I don't think you two will ever get along."
He frowned. "Hey, Little Miss Attitude, come here."
Thankfully, she did. Jace knew that something was up, something was bothering her, and he felt it when she finally slid into his arms. The tension in her body was overwhelming her and he didn't know why. The time with her mother seemed to go well enough, so why was she so… not her?
"What did you mean by that?"
Clary sighed. "I don't know. I'm just not getting my hopes up when it comes to tomorrow. I don't want it all to come crashing down on me later."
"Why would it do that?"
"Because it always does. Everything always crashes on me, and I don't want to go into that courtroom thinking anything except the worst. That way it'll be easier to deal with it when my dad finds a way out." She paused, taking a deep breath. "And he always finds a way out."
Jace sighed and leaned back, his head pressing against the door behind him. "Clary, baby, I know that with school and your mom and the trail and everything, it's been a bit crazy today. I get that. But don't be like this."
She gripped his shirt in her fists, pressing herself harder against him. "I don't mean to. I just can't stop thinking about it."
"What do you want me to do?"
She looked up, meeting his gaze with one of fire. "Make it stop."
"I – I can't just-"
"I don't need logic right now," Clary interrupted with more anger than exhaustion. "I don't need you explaining to me why and what and how." He swallowed when she pushed him away, stepping out of his grip and grabbing her hair. "I'm so over it. Yes, everything is going good. My brother and I are getting along. My mom is awake. Alec is getting better. Big fucking deal. But you know what? My dad is still out there!"
Jace stood still in shock, watching as she started to pace.
"He's going to do something. I have this feeling. He and Seb… they're up to something. And this fucking thing," she pulled her phone out and stared at it. Once again, it was lit with Sebastian's name across the top for the tenth time that day, "won't stop ringing!"
She threw it across the room, causing it to bounce off the wall and hit a lamp before falling to the floor. Jace jumped.
"He won't stop! He's so insistent on talking to me, but he can't take the fucking hint. And I just want to forget it. I… I want to forget everything for a while." She sank to the floor, sitting back and hugging her knees to her chest. "And I don't know why it's so overwhelming to me."
"Sometimes that's all that happens," he whispered. "You just feel pressed in and want to explode."
She shook her head, hiding her face in between her knees. "I hate it."
"It happens. And when it does, how you contain it is what defines you."
"How do you get it to stop?"
He knew exactly how he did, unfortunately. "I beat the shit out of people and made them hurt as bad as I did."
She lifted her head and glared at him through small tears. "I'm serious, Jace. I – It sucks and I can't stop it."
That moment alone broke his heart into a thousand pieces. Seeing her in that much pain and confusion made Jace want to fall apart with her, and before he knew it he had gathered her up and laid next to her on the bed, pulling her into him.
She cried into his chest, gripping his t-shirt like it might disappear. Each sob made him want to fall apart, but he couldn't. She was strong for him, so he had to be strong for her now.
So he focused on the ceiling above him and rubbed his hands in circles on her back, waiting and praying for the ability to take the pain away from her.
And he thought he eventually did. The sun faded behind the clouds. The birds stopped singing as night took over, and after a while, Clary lifted her head.
But she didn't say anything. He barely met her green eyes for a split second before their lips connected and the words were turned from vocal to physical.
There was so much in the way she kissed him that he almost felt as overwhelmed as she did. "I'm sorry." "I love you." "Thank you." And the one that he really got that almost made him cry on his own.
"Help me."
The way she kissed him was like she was screaming that. And he was planning on doing this just.
"Let me forget, Jace," she begged, reaching up and pulling at his hair to deepen the kiss. "Please."
He nodded and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of him. Her hands pressed into the pillow at his head. "Sit up."
She did as he told her and sat back. He followed, slowly pulling her sweatshirt and tank top off her body and tossing it to the floor. She went to kiss him again, but he only let it last momentarily before kissing her cheek, down her neck, across her collarbone, and to her chest.
He was determined to make her feel better, to show her that he cared, that he loved her. Everything tonight was going to be about her. It had been so long since they've been this intimate, so even if he wanted to just take her, he knew better than to do what he wanted. This wasn't about him.
It was always about her.
Her hands gripped his shoulders and her legs squeezed his hips. "Jace."
He rolled and gently laid her on the bed. But he wasn't done. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned her down, keeping her trapped under him as he went back to working on her chest.
"Jace," Clary moaned, wiggling beneath him. "Ah, babe… Please."
Reluctantly, he let go of her wrists but kissed his way down her stomach to her jeans. Clary's free hands when to his shirt, pulling it up and he took a small amount of time to take it from his body and tossing it to the floor before returning to his work.
He made easy work of the button of her jeans and the zipper, pulling the blue fabric down her legs. It was torturously slow, obviously driving her crazy, and he went to yank them off when they were caught on something.
And then Clary started laughing.
Jace glared at her. "Why are you laughing?" He was still tugging at her jeans, annoyance settling in. "What the hell? Are they glued or some shit?"
"My shoes, you moron," Clary teased through her giggles.
He mentally slapped himself. Well, that's what he gets for starting out on top. Once he finally let that embarrassing spill settle and he got her out of her pants, he settled back down on top of her and gently kissed her lips.
But luckily, now, she was smiling.
He touched her hair, pushing it behind her ear. "You know, you're the first person I've ever been with that will laugh at me when I'm trying to be charming and attractive. Most girls swoon. You laugh in my face. It's not right."
She shrugged. "I'm not sorry about it."
"I never said you have to be. You just make me look like an idiot."
Clary's eyes only brightened. "I like that I make you look stupid."
"You would." He rolled his eyes.
"Just kiss me, you moron."
"Gladly."
And they kissed for the longest time. Most people would've gotten bored with it, but Jace would be content with just holding her in his arms and knowing she was real. For the first time in a long time, their kissing wasn't rushed and they weren't focused on the physical aspect. This was about a road to recovery, and Clary's was only starting.
"Take your jeans off," she begged against his mouth. "Please."
He pulled back and did as she asked, leaving both of them in their underwear. Just her panties and his boxers separated them, and he felt himself getting more excited by the second.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, just so he knew exactly what she needed.
Clary reached down and slightly pulled his boxers down an inch or two, teasing him. "Do you really have to ask that question?"
"I'll always ask." He touched his forehead to hers, their breathing getting heavier by the second. "Even if all I want to do is take you over and over and over again, I'll ask you first every time."
Clary's breath caught in her throat. He wasn't sure why, until he realized he wasn't exactly thinking with his brain what was coming out of his mouth.
And he panicked. "Shit, Clary, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I did, but – but it wasn't – shit. I don't–"
"Jesus, you really do turn into a blabbering idiot when I'm around," she smirked.
He could almost see himself in her at that moment, that signature look he had that she suddenly perfected. And it had the same reaction on him that it had on most girls. He was falling, hard.
"You evil vixen. You're not allowed to use my own tricks against me."
She forced him off of her and rolled, straddling him and encasing them in a curtain of red hair. "I'm allowed to do what I want."
"I can make you pay for that."
She smiled like that was exactly what she wanted. "Do it."
He did. It wasn't what he meant to do, because he hated losing control with her, but God! It was blissful. The playfulness she had mixed with the hardened emotions was driving him crazy. Maybe that's what it was. When she would start to remember what was really going on, she only wanted him to make her forget it again by going harder. And he did, gladly.
It was almost animalistic at one point. He was losing control, something he'd tried to hold onto for so long. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but he knew he did when she started to scream. It was a yell of pleasure, but he just covered her mouth by kissing her and keeping on. If she was hurting, he wouldn't let her express it because he was too deep himself.
And when he collapsed on top of her, a sweaty and heated mess, the realization hit him. This was only her second time! And he barely considered it.
"Jace?" she asked. Her hands curled into his hair, trying to pull him back to look at him.
He knew what she was doing and just buried his head deeper into the pillow by her head.
"Wha – Jace? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?"
"For hurting you. I lost it, Clary," he confessed. His hands dug into the pillow on either side of their heads, mainly out of anger at himself. "I couldn't control myself. You started screaming out and I–"
"It wasn't because it was hurting," she said incredulously. "Hey, would you look at me?"
Slowly, he lifted his head and did as she asked. Her eyes were shining, her skin covered in a layer of sweat. His hand came up and touched across her forehead, taking a stray red curl with it.
"I wanted to see you like that."
He frowned. "Why?"
"Because I want you to be who you have to be around me," she answered. "And I'm not saying like you have to be calm around Max or worried around Alec. I mean, I want you to be who you need to be to live around me." Her arms tightened and pulled him down to her mouth, kissing him softly and slowly. "And you won't see me complaining when you lose control with me. I loved it."
He jerked back. "You did?"
"Obviously."
"I could've hurt you."
"But you didn't," she said. She paused. "I mean you did, but it's not like I didn't love it." He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "Stop. You made me feel something that I haven't felt in a long time."
That thought alone made something flutter in his chest. "And wha – what could that be?"
She smiled bright. "You make me feel needed, Jace. You make me feel loved, cared for. You make me feel like you have to have me as much as I have to have you."
"Because you're the only reason I haven't lost my mind," he explained. He pulled her hands from his neck and intertwined their fingers, pressing them down beside her head. "And I want to help you in any way possible."
"You did." She pushed herself up enough for their lips to connect in a soft, warm kiss. "You always help me. Just being in the same room helps. Don't ever doubt that."
He nodded, closing his eyes and breathing her in when they wrapped each other in their arms. They held each other close for a long time, just savoring the moment.
"You know," Clary said minutes later. "When this is all over, we'll have to have a normal relationship. One without the stress, the drama."
"We could actually have time to go on dates," Jace added, laughing at the thought.
"You'd have to romance me, you know."
He pulled back and smiled down at her. "I've got that covered. Don't you worry, Tiger."
Clary stepped out of the cab, Jonathan right behind her. Thank goodness for him, because as soon as she did, flashes from cameras and questions were flying at her left and right.
"Unbelievable," Jonathan growled, grabbed Clary's forearm. It wasn't like the normal times when he was forceful. It was more of a protective touch, one she hadn't gotten from him for a long time.
"What are they all doing here?"
"The news got out last week about the trial. And with Dad's connections, many people are interested at how it's going to go."
She glanced around at the unfamiliar faces with cameras. "Is it that important to them?"
He shrugged and started to lead her to the courthouse entrance. "Apparently. Just keep your head down and don't listen to them."
They made it into the building without too much trouble, the doors slamming behind them.
Jonathan let her go quickly and stepped back. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay," she answered honestly. "I know you've… changed. It's not going to bother me."
He smiled and nodded, but it faded quickly when he looked down the hall. Clary looked up, following his gaze and feeling like she wanted to throw up.
Sebastian was in handcuffs, walking down the hall with two security officers at his side. She stiffened at the sight of him, still confused how her best friend turned into someone like that, and leaned into her brother for some kind of support.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. "Have you spoken to him?"
"Not since he went fucking crazy."
Jonathan nodded and didn't say another word. They watched as Sebastian passed, entering an unknown room and having the door shut behind him.
"At least you don't have to be there when he's sentenced next week," Jonathan added.
Clary nodded. "After today, I don't know if I could handle any more emotional turmoil like that."
"Agreed."
"There they are."
Both siblings looked to their right as a group emerged. Robert, Maryse, and Luke looked nervous but confident at the same time, staring at the folders in their hands. At least, the lawyers were. Luke was more focused on Clary.
"How are you feeling?" he asked after he pulled her into a hug.
"Nervous. I just want to get this over with and go home."
"Me too," he agreed. "Now, here's what's going to happen."
He began to explain to her and Jonathan about how the trail was supposed to go down, again. She, luckily, wasn't chosen to speak or anything. All she had to do was sit there, and if by chance she got called up, she had to tell the truth. Jonathan and Valentine were the two that were supposed to speak, to answer questions from both lawyers.
She was completely and totally okay with that.
After about an hour, everything seemed to be set and Clary found herself in the front row seats. To her right were Jonathan, Maryse and Robert, and to her left sat Luke for support.
That wasn't enough. She turned around, finding Jace sitting two rows behind. His eyes immediately found her and he smiled assuringly.
Then Valentine walked in.
"Here we go," Jonathan muttered.
It was weird seeing her father in anything other than suits and blazers. He was in the orange jumper now, his hair messier than normal. Even with that, he still looked in control.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Aldertree."
Clary took a deep breath and looked to the sky when she stood.
Here we go.
Numbness. Confusion. Misunderstanding.
That's all Clary felt as she was lead from the hall, the pounding from judge still in her head. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
"I hearby declare Valentine Morgenstern, guilty of child abuse, with the exception that…"
That's all Clary heard. She zoned out after that, completely and utterly speechless. He was supposed to get five to twenty years in jail! That's what the price of child abuse was, but what did he get?
Two pointless years. Two. He'd be back before she even graduates high school.
Jace found her through the double doors as soon as he could and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. The last thing she wanted was to let people see her cry, so she gripped him hard and buried her head in his chest.
"What the hell was that?" she heard Jonathan yell through the crowd of people. "That wasn't – I don't – that was bullshit!"
"I know, Jonathan," Maryse said calmly. "But if that's what the judge called, there isn't anything we can do. We presented the evidence. You said your piece. Luke read Jocelyn's letter. There wasn't much else to be done about those charges. The rest is what we figured we should focus on, so we did."
"So he's going to get off that easy?"
"That wasn't–"
"I thought the part about Luke was supposed to add all kinds of shit to it? All he got was ten years total though. Was this judge rigged or some shit?"
Clary pulled back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She looked up at Jace, who was staring at the group. "Wait, ten?"
Jace nodded. "The part about Luke is what got him booked. It added eight years, so maybe you can stop freaking out and relax a bit."
"How did I miss that?"
His fingers touched her cheek, wiping away the stray tears. "You zoned out quickly when you thought it was going south. I could tell when you put your head in your hands that you were completely over it."
Clary closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Jace's chest. "Why is Jonathan freaking out then?"
"He just wanted him away for life," Jace answered. "And obviously, that didn't happen. But at least this way, you have plenty of time not to think about him. He won't be able to get near you, Clary."
"Thank God," she sighed.
"Jonathan? Clarissa?"
Everyone shut up and turned, looking towards Valentine with his guards at his sides. Jace instinctively stepped in front of her, pushing him behind her.
Valentine rolled his eyes but didn't comment. "I wanted to say I'm disappointed in you two." He looked between Clary and Jonathan.
"I can honestly say I couldn't care less," Jonathan shot back. "So move along."
The guards started to grab and pull Valentine past, but he stopped them. "Wait." They hesitated, but then nodded. Clary hated how much authority her dad had, even in this situation. "I did this all for you two, and this is how you treat me?"
Clary's mouth dropped. "You did what for us? Beat us? Took your anger out on us? How is that helping us?"
"I made you stronger."
"You ripped us apart," Jonathan shot back.
"You know that to love people is to be destroyed yourself," Valentine growled. "Kaelie and Jace will only bring you down. I'm trying to make you understand that. You saw what your mother did to me. They'll do the same to you."
"You're wrong," Jace interrupted. Valentine's dark eyes turned to Clary's boyfriend, full of hatred and anger but Jace didn't stop. "Clary means everything to me, and the last thing I want to restrict her. I'd never do what you're suggesting. The reason we've both made it through the past few months is because of each other."
"You're just a child. You wouldn't know."
Clary shook her head and stepped around Jace, facing down her father. "You're the one that doesn't understand. You've made it impossible for anyone, your children included, to love you. Because of that, you fell apart."
Valentine took a step forward, only to be restricted by the guards again. "You think I fell apart? Have you ever thought this is exactly how I knew this was going to go? I'll be back soon enough, and you'll see what I mean when I am."
"Have fun rotting until that time comes," Jonathan spat. "And we won't be the kids we are now by then. Try anything else, and I promise I'll kill you."
"We'll see," Valentine sneered. "We will see."
"Take him away," Luke ordered. He and Robert took their places in their suits in front of the teenagers, creating a muscled and male barrier between Valentine and the others. "Now," he ordered when the guards didn't move.
Clary felt like her energy faded as soon as Valentine was ushered out the front doors, collapsing against Jace involuntarily.
"Whoa. Breathe, Clary."
She nodded, taking deep breaths as the realization set in. She stood up to her father. Finally!
Jace kissed her hair, his arm snaking around her strapless, green dress. "I'm proud of you, baby."
"I think I'm going to pass out."
He chuckled. "A lot to take in, huh?"
She wanted to actually reply, but she couldn't. Her mind started to take over. Questions were jumping back and forth. Things about her father, about the trial, about Sebastian, about her family now kept running through her head.
But Sebastian stuck. Maybe it was time to finally talk to him. Was she ready to hear what he had to say? If he kept trying after three weeks of ignored calls, it probably meant he had something important to say, right?
Before she knew it her eyes were closing. One thing faded, and another, and another, and just as she realized what was happening.
"Clary?" Jace stiffened and caught her from falling, swooping her into his arms. "Shit. Can you hear me?"
"Jace?" she asked tiredly, slowly losing consciousness.
"Yeah." She felt him kiss her temple lightly, holding her off the ground bridle style. "It's me. I'm here."
"Is she okay?" Luke asked.
"I don't know. She may just be exhausted or something."
Clary looked up, meeting a golden, worried gaze. "I want to see Sebastian."
Jace's eyes widened. "Clary, what are you talking about?"
"I want… I want to see him. I have to."
"But, why?" He looked confused, flustered.
She wanted to answer, to explain but she never got to answer before it all went black around her and she slipped away.
I love drama.
And awkward, idiotic Jace in cute scenes. I love that too.
Tell me what you love or hate. I take it all in!
We're almost to the end, beautiful people. If you have any special requests for an epilogue, (Clace, Sizzy, Malec, anything with Max, Jonathan, or Kaelie), let me know and I'll add in what I can.
And stay tuned :)
