Jace's POV

I leaned against the far wall in the main area of the cottage. The room seemed to be spinning again. I wondered where Clary had gone to. I had no idea how long it had been since I had seen her. I remembered her leaving me outside by the bonfire to go in for something, and then things got really blurry. When I left Alec and Magnus outside they were both sitting on the ground by the fire laughing and shouting at me to stay outside with them, at least I think that was Alec and Magnus. It felt like Clary had been gone a long time though. I just wished I didn't feel so tired. Maybe I'd just sit down and take a nap right here for now. She'd find me. I started to slide down the wall and noticed red hair stumbling my way. Clary? I started to blink my eyes, tried to clear my hazy vision. With the strobe lights her hair looked so bright, much brighter than normal. I stood up straight, kind of straight anyway. She wasn't exactly coming over to me, but I could see her wobbling and nearly falling through the crowd. She seemed to notice me and I put my hand out to her as though she could just reach out and take it, though she had to be ten or so feet away. I slumped back against the wall again, and closed my eyes. I felt so wrecked right now. I couldn't wait to go back to the cottage, wrap my arms around Clary, and just fall asleep. A moment later I felt a hand on my arm.

"Jace?" The voice sounded slurred and off, but everything sounded off. Especially me, I didn't sound right when I talked. It was the odd spinning room, it was making everything sound odd. I blinked my eyes open halfway and saw stray red curls trellising down around a shadowed face. A sudden bright light behind her made me blink my eyes closed again. She looked like an angel, a glowing angel. I smiled as my arms reached out and quickly pulled her flush with my body. I slammed my lips to hers and tightly wrapped my arms around her. I tried to deepen the kiss, but her lips remained firmly closed, or maybe I missed her mouth, I wasn't sure. I opened my eyes to two very bloodshot very confused blue eyes. I hadn't noticed her pushing on my chest, even if it had been with all her might, it felt like she was exerting just a small amount of force. I dropped my arms from around her and she pulled back, stumbling. I reached forward to help her and I became off balanced. I grabbed her arm and managed to right us both without either one of us falling down. I put my hands on her shoulders in part to steady her in part to steady myself. I was completely fucked up.

"You're not Clary." I mumbled. She laughed, which made me laugh reflexively.

"No. I'm not Clary. I'm Seelie." Why did that name sound familiar? I knew that name, though I couldn't remember how right now. She was kind of hard to see, the bright light was no longer behind her, but my already blurry vision was now filled with starbursts. All I could think about was Clary. The only person I could picture in my head was Clary. Right now my mind was swimming with confusion and my vision was going in and out of a blurred state. The ever changing lighting in the room was not helping the matter. I shook my head.

"Clary's my girlfriend. I have to find her." Seelie nodded once and her body gave way a bit. I moved my hands to her upper arms to steady her better.

"I know Cl-" Before she finished she collapsed against my chest, automatically I caught her. She felt like deadweight and my arms tightly closed around her. I tried to jostle her, but she appeared to be passed out. It was at that moment that I thought I noticed a flash of red rushing down the stairs. Clary? It was hard to tell though. The lights were messing with me, and the alcohol was messing with me. I couldn't see that great.

"Seelie, I think I see Clary, I have to go." I tried to let her go, but she wasn't supporting herself at all. I didn't know what to do with her, she was unresponsive. I watched the girl I thought was Clary, leave. I wondered if Clary saw Seelie and me. This probably looked really bad. I was starting to feel suddenly a tiny bit more sober. I knew I had to go after Clary, and I had to go right now. I shifted Seelie over to the wall and propped her up against it in a sitting position. I stumbled and tripped my way to the door. When I got outside I had no idea which way to go.

"Lost?" I heard Sebastian's voice from behind me. I spun around and almost lost my balance in the process. He was leaning up against the cottage smoking. Maybe he saw which way she went.

"Did you see Clary? She left a few minutes ago." He nodded.

"Yeah, she was with Will. They just drove away in his car. She looked really upset man. Makeup a mess. She just said she had to leave. She didn't have time to explain and she said she'd call Alec later." He shrugged. I tried to concentrate on what he had just told me, it really should have bothered me a lot more. I knew this could be really bad, but I was having trouble registering how that made me feel, I felt a little numb right now though.

"Fuck." I kicked at the gravel and lost my balance landing on my ass. I let out a laugh, but didn't try to get back up. I knew I'd just fall down again.

"You're trashed." Sebastian chuckled.

"Appears that way." I nodded.

"Want a ride back to the cottage?" That sounded perfect right now.

"That would be great." Sebastian helped me up off the ground and into his car. I must have been worse off than I thought, because I completely passed out in the car.

Clary's POV

It was luckily only about a fifteen minute drive so I bee lined to the emergency entrance and dropped Will off before I went to find a parking spot. I told him to go in without me. I'd find him in the hospital. About 30 minutes later I was sitting next to Will in the waiting room, our fingers tightly laced together. Jem was in the car by himself, which was the only good news, he was in surgery though and they didn't know how long that would be. He was in pretty bad shape. I had given up all attempts to call anybody. Without my phone I didn't know anybody's number. Will had tried to unlock Simon's phone, but we never got into it. I knew my note to Simon said the exact hospital we were at. If anybody was that worried they would come here looking for us.

It actually was a twist of fate that Jem ended up at Alicante Memorial Hospital. Jem had broken his foot over the winter, and Will had brought him to the same hospital. They had Will on file as Jem's emergency contact, had they not, or had Jem been brought somewhere else, they would never have called Will or been able to give him any information as to Jem's current condition. Will and I sat with our fingers intertwined for many silent hours while we waited for Jem to get out of surgery.

I thought about Jace. I thought about Jem. I thought about Will. I thought about heartbreak. I thought about life and love and how precious both things were and how easy both things could be gone in a blink of an eye. I thought about the difference between losing one you love to death and losing one you love to betrayal, for they were very different types of loss, and only one truly irreversible. I said quiet prayers for Jem and tried not to focus on Jace. I tried to clear my thoughts.

A faint memory played dimly in my head almost like a dream. It tugged earlier at my conscious and I repressed it. I couldn't think of it at the time. I couldn't focus on it. It was a blur, a fretting question. Now I could see the moment in my head much clearer, but still fleeting. When I had come rushing out of the cottage with Will and we had run into Sebastian, there was somebody else outside. Somebody just a foot or so away from Sebastian leaning back against the side of the cottage smoking, perhaps
he had been out there with Sebastian. I didn't remember seeing anybody else out front. I did not recognize this person immediately, nor did my eyes hesitate for long. It was predominately dark outside and Will and I stood in shadows, but the individual seemed to find the one light by the window and be standing under it. He was a man, very tall, and well built. He had fair hair, almost white, but he looked too young to have white hair. The glimpse I took of him was brief. I remember his clothes were dark in color, but nothing else about them. Sebastian had stepped in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder blocking my view almost as soon as my eyes registered the man. Though there was a second, a faint second, that I saw deep brown eyes, almost black, and the strong angular shape of his face. Something about his face, about his eyes, though I only saw him for a second, nagged at me.

I was brought out of my memory by the doctor coming out to say that Jem was out of surgery. He was in critical condition, but appeared to be stable at present, he was still unconscious, but Will could see him briefly. Another small perk of being listed as his emergency contact, usually they only let immediate family in if you are in that poor of condition, so I wasn't allowed in. The next 24 hours would be crucial. I offered to stay at the hospital and wait with Will, but he told me to go back, take his car, try to get in touch with Jessie, he thought Magnus might have her number. I wrote down my cell number and gave it to Will, instructing him to leave me a message if he needed anything. I'd be back or send Jessie as soon as I could. The nurses kindly gave Will a Styrofoam cup that he had been filling at the water fountain but he brushed off my attempt to offer to bring him anything else to eat or drink.

It was just before 7:00 when I pulled into the driveway. The lights on the cottage were on. The sky was light. I kicked myself. I didn't have keys to get inside. I'd have to knock or ring the doorbell. I climbed out of the car exhausted. I walked to the door and turned the handle, just in case. To my surprised the door was unlocked. I walked into the cottage. It was quiet as I came inside and I was very relieved to find nobody was waiting up worried. I bee lined to the bathroom. I really had to go, and I also wanted to quickly clean my face up a little. I knew I looked a mess, I didn't' take the time to completely wash my face; I just tried to clean up some of the excessively smudged mascara quickly. It was better, but still not great. Simon and Izzy's room was the closest to the bathroom, so I immediately knocked lightly, no answer. I hesitantly opened the door, but nobody was there. Same result with Alec's room. I took a deep breath and knocked on Jace's door, no answer. I turned the knob, it was locked. I knocked louder.

I wasn't sure if I really wanted to wake him, I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him. I was just praying I didn't see what I saw, or he had a really good excuse. Seelie has red hair now, maybe he thought she was me somehow, though I found that far fetched. I was just grasping at straws. He kissed her and that was it. I had to come to grips with the fact that for whatever reason he kissed her. I screwed up with Sebastian, I made some really bad choices there, and Jace forgave me completely. I wasn't perfect, and I knew Jace wasn't either. He was entitled to a mistake; he was entitled to a second chance. I could give him a second chance. Though arguably this was his second chance, but no, it wasn't. We were young and stupid before, neither one knowing how the other one felt. Now we knew. I could give him a second chance. I just really wanted to hear him apologize. Say it didn't mean anything. Tell me I'm the only one he loves. Tell me it was a huge mistake. He was really drunk, he wasn't thinking clearly, I would give him hell, sure, but we would get past this. I could forgive him. If he was just honest with me, admitted what happened, then I could trust him. If he didn't try to hide it from me and make it out like nothing happened, I could trust him. I could. If he just apologized. I just needed him to tell me, to admit it. I loved him too much. I couldn't stay mad at him. Not when he had already forgiven me for worse. It wasn't worth losing him over one mistake. I took a deep breath as I heard the bed squeak, the floor creak, and the door cracked open.

I gasped as I backed up quickly banging hard into the wall. I was shocked. Seelie was standing wearing only one of Jace's Yankee t-shirts. Her scarlet hair was a mess. She had a shocked look on her face, her mouth gaped, and her eyes looked startled. I could see Jace in the bed asleep behind her. He was lying on his stomach, his hands tucked under his pillow. Though the blankets were up to his waist, I could see he had no shirt on.

"Oh God Clay. I'm so sorry." She said very apologetically. I mumbled, almost incoherently, the only thing that my mind could grasp at the moment.

"He loves that shirt." She glanced down at the shirt she was wearing.

"I won't take it when I leave…" She said softly. She looked back at me.

"Clay I don't know what happened. I feel horrible… I'm so sorry…" I couldn't concentrate on her apologies. I was speechless. The thud against the wall must have wakened Sebastian, because he opened his bedroom door.

"Oh Clary." He sounded sympathetic, but I wasn't paying attention to him. I side-stepped down the hall without a word and quickly went into my bedroom. I ignored Seelie's repeated attempts to apologize, Sebastian's attempts to stop me and have me come back, Sebastian's attempts to talk to Seelie, I ignored everything. I had to get in touch with Jessie, I had to think about Jem right now. I walked across my room to the bureau and heard the door close. I spun around as I heard the distinct sound of the door locking. Sebastian was standing leaning against the door lazily. I looked into his eyes, he looked amused and mischievous. I didn't like the look on his face. I didn't want to be in this room with him. Izzy always joked that you could scream as loud as you wanted to during sex and not worry about waking anybody up. Nobody would hear you unless they were in the hallway. The voices from the rooms travel into the hallway some, but the voices in the rooms don't travel into the other rooms at all. I took an unconscious step backwards and tripped over one of Izzy's shoes, falling on my butt. I scrambled to my feet as two arms came down to help me up, as Sebastian righted me, he kept one hand firmly around my wrist. He leaned forward and breathed in exaggeratedly.

"You smell good." His voice was low and unnerving. I felt my body tremble involuntarily. I stepped away.

"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled. He smirked.

"Can't hear much from in these rooms you know…Soundproof walls…I'll let you go in a minute though…I just felt like I've barely spent any time with you lately, then you were out all night and now Seelie's in Jace's room, I thought things were going well with you two. What happened?" I tried to pull my hand free of his grip, but he tightened his hold.

"GET OUT!" I was louder than last time. He shook his head at me.

"Tisk, tisk." He took a couple steps towards my night stand while I continued to try to get my hand free from his grip. I wondered if I screamed loud enough if Jordan and Maia might hear me, but I didn't even know if they were here. If I kept screaming and nobody could hear me, I wondered if Sebastian would find it humorous or just get really pissed. I didn't want to piss him off. He flipped the clock radio on. He adjusted the music and turned up the volume quite a bit. I glared at him. He chuckled.

"Much better." He said lightly. I tried to knee him in the groin, but he quickly knocked my leg down with his hand as he spun me around, pulled my back close to his chest, and closed both his arms around me. He held me tight. I couldn't kick him in this position. I tried to pull away, from him, but his arms tightened around me.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed as loud as I could. He chuckled.

"I like it when you're feisty. I'm not going to hurt you Clary, unless you want me to. Scream one more time if you want me to make this rough." My body shuddered. I had a horrible feeling he wasn't kidding. I shook my head slightly.

"I thought we were friends." I said softly. Not a friend I'd trust again though. He leaned forward to talk quietly into my ear. Very unnecessary. I could feel his hot breath against the side of my face.

"Didn't I make it clear that I would never care about you, never have feelings for you? Friends care and I don't…" My body was still shaking slightly. I couldn't stop. I was extremely uncomfortable.

"You're shaking, are you cold. I can warm you up?" He removed his right arm from around me, I struggled, but his grip was still too strong. I knew I couldn't overpower him. He reached up and pulled all my hair around pushing it over my left shoulder, grazing my body with his hand the entire time, my collarbone, across my shoulder, and neck. I shuddered. I could feel my eyes start to prick, but I refused to cry. He would not see me cry. I couldn't scream. He made that clear.

"Sebastian what about Jessamine or Kaelie?" I wasn't even going to mention Seelie after what I just saw. I wondered how long it would take somebody to get home. Come look for me. I was just praying somebody would be home soon, but I knew that was far fetched. I just had to keep Sebastian talking until I could think of a plan to get away from him, or until somebody came looking for me. Sebastian leaned back away from my ear. I rubbed his moist breath off my ear with my shoulder and he made an irritated noise. I tried to focus. I swallowed hard.

"Jessamine? Oh that didn't exactly work out. I blame you for making her brother suspicious of me." He pressed the left side of his head against the right side of mine and trailed his finger tips of his right hand from my right ear down my neck and across my shoulder, pushing my thin spaghetti strap off my shoulder in the process. I tried to lean my head towards his touch, bring my cheek to my shoulder, but his head was preventing me from doing so. He looped his finger in my strap and yanked hard, the strap broke, or came detached.

"Oops." He said sarcastically. I swallowed hard. I was trying not to cry. I didn't know if he'd get angry. I thought I heard knocking in the hallway, but I wasn't sure. It definitely wasn't my room though. A burst of hope. I could be strong. I just needed to keep him talking.

"Maybe I can fix what I did." I tried to keep my voice level, but I know it wavered. Sebastian chuckled. He laid his hand against the right side of my neck. I tried to lean away, but I couldn't. He dug his fingers slightly into the crook of my neck and my shoulder. I flinched and he squeezed harder, much harder, pain shot through my shoulder. I tried to remain still. I couldn't scream out. He told me what would happen if I screamed. I wondered if I would have bruises on my shoulder from the pressure he was applying. I tried to focus. I just needed to wait, somebody would come.

"What did I say that made her not want to see you again?" He laughed a humorless laugh.

"As if." His hand loosened and he started to gently massage my neck where he had just dug his fingers into it. His hand moved from my shoulder to my neck kneading. I bit my tongue to hold the tears back.

"Nobody walks away from me. I walked away from her. I'm not going to wait forever for that girl to put out." I nodded hesitantly. I was beginning to put the pieces together.

"So she wouldn't sleep with you, but that's my fault?" I knew I said that too harsh.

"In fact it is." He snapped.

"What did you tell that brother of hers? She probably shouldn't jump into bed with me right away. Or something to that effect. My my aren't we the hypocrite." His hand slid from my shoulder down my arm,

"Sleeping in Jace's bed night after night-" His hand came around my front just under my chest, moving down my stomach, moving over his arm and then continuing over my ass where he hesitated. His fingers slowly started to pull the fabric of my dress up.

"-but warning her to stay out of my bed." He pulled my dress up several inches.

"Though I guess that didn't seem to work in your favor did it. Hard to hold on to a man you're not screwing Beautiful. I was surprised really. Guess he wasn't doing it for you." I trembled excessively and instinctively tried to pull away, but both of his arms came around me tightly.

"I don't particularly like that you keep trying to pull away from me, but some girls are in to that. Do you like that? Want to play hard to get?" He growled. A tear escaped slowly down my cheek. I had to think. I had to do something. My mind started to wonder if that was really a knock I had heard before or not.

"You know you look so beautiful in that dress, but you'd look better without it on." He pulled up my dress further and put his hand on my bare ass. I had to say something, but I couldn't think. If I opened my mouth, I felt like all I'd do is scream.

"I bet on today by the way…Fourth of July…You seemed like the sentimental type." A small squeak escaped my lips, but I bit down hard on my lower lip to suppress a scream. He didn't seem to acknowledge the noise I had made. I found a little courage.

"Ok. This is enough Sebastian." I tried to sound firm, but I was aware my voice was wavering badly.

"I don't think so Clary. We tried it your way. See it didn't work out for either of us. Now Kaelie doesn't want anything to do with me, Jessie won't sleep with me, and Seelie, well we both know what happened with her. So I'm becoming increasingly frustrated…if you catch my drift. Jace can have Seelie, but then I get you. Plus you said you wanted me the other night, I'm just giving you what you wanted. Better late than never I always say." I bit my quivering lip hard while he was talking, but when his lips came to my neck aggressively, without thinking, I screamed bloody murder. His hand clamped quickly over my mouth.

"God Clary. Don't scream. It sounds like you're getting murdered." Sebastian snapped. He removed his hand from my mouth and put it back on my ass. He kissed my neck again and whispered into my ear.

"I thought you liked this. I saw how you reacted when Jace was kissing your neck in the living room. Just close your eyes and enjoy it." Sebastian continued to kiss my neck.

Isabelle's POV

I woke up to Simon drooling on the side of me. My dress was around my waist and Simon didn't have his shirt on. I looked around blinking. It was already light out. I usually wake up between 5:00 and 5:30 to the soft pale pinks and blues of the morning sky shortly before sunrise, but the sun was already up right now, I just had no idea what time it was. I didn't know where I was either. Fortunately hangovers never really bother me, I don't vomit or anything, not usually anyway, there was that one time I smoked that cigar, but anyway, I did have a headache. I was pretty sure I was at Kaelie's cottage, but I didn't remember coming into this bedroom. I hated sleeping at stranger's houses. I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and fixed my dress. I gave Simon a shove. He made an agitated noise. I shoved him again and he swatted at my hand. I reached my hand in his pocket to look for his cell. He uses the alarm on his cell to wake up in the morning. My hand found a piece of paper instead. He better not be taking girl's numbers. I ripped out the piece of paper and read it.

Hey Simon,

Tried to wake you, but couldn't. Can't find anybody else. Jem was in a bad car accident. I had to leave the party to bring Will to Alicante Memorial Hospital. Can't find my purse or my phone. Will's phone broke earlier. I don't have a phone now, but will call later when I can find one. Don't worry.

Tell Jace I love him.

Lots of love,

Clary

Well at least I knew where Clary went. I got up to go look for my purse, and my shoes. God! Where are my shoes? I love those shoes. Maybe I could find Clary's purse in the process. I found Alec and Magnus in one bedroom asleep. I found Maia and Jordan in another one on the floor, but somebody else was asleep in the bed. I finally found my purse and Clary's as well. I glanced in my purse and pulled out my cell, no missed calls, and the clock read 7:02. I couldn't imagine Clary would stay at the hospital all night without so much as a call, though maybe she called Alec or Jace. I went back to Simon, but he was out cold, so I scribbled my own note and left. For good measure I glanced in the other bedrooms and found no sign of Clary and/or Jace among the sleeping bodies. I knew Aline was going to stay with Ray, so I wasn't looking for her. God knows where Sebastian was, but I didn't find him in any of the bedrooms either. I remorsefully gave up on my shoes and walked down the stairs barefoot. I had briefly forgotten to think about how I was going to get home, when I noticed Clary's car outside. I had her purse, so I glanced inside and sure enough pulled out her keys. I hate driving barefoot, but I didn't have a lot of options.

The drive from the cottage wasn't long only about 10 minutes. I was slightly thrown when I saw Will's car in the driveway, but I reasoned that Clary had to get home some way. I figured I'd check Clary's room to confirm she was back, I also wanted to change. I heard the faint music first just around at Jace's door, but I could tell it was coming from further down the hall. Warning lights started to go off. Clary almost never, I mean never, listened to music. Not in the car, not when she worked out, like never. Not that she didn't like music, she just didn't tend to listen to it.

I walked the rest of the way down the hall, when I was right in front of Clary's room I could tell the music had to be really loud in there if I could hear it so loud in the hallway. I turned the knob to our door. Locked. If she had the radio on that loud, she was either in an exceptionally foul mood and wanted to be left alone, which meant something was seriously wrong and there was no way I was going to leave her alone; or she was having sex. With Will's car in the driveway my stomach came up to my throat. She wouldn't do that to Jace though. She had to have borrowed Will's car, unless Jace and her had a fight. After the whole Sebastian thing I wondered the depths of what Clary would do out of spite. I hurried down the hall to Jace's room. I banged on his door twice before I threw it open, not waiting for a response. He appeared to be sound asleep, but Seelie was standing in the middle of his room in only a Yankee t-shirt. She had the most peculiar look on her face, she looked upset, but I didn't even think twice about it. I marched into his room hands on my hips.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COTTAGE BITCH." Seelie gave me a nasty glare. Jace was stirring and blinking excessively.

"Is this the reception I get after the great party I threw?" I walked up to her and she gave me this smug look. I smacked her hard across the face. She threw her hand to her cheek and looked incredulous.

"I catch you in here again and you'll get a hell of a lot more than a smack in the face. Now get the fuck out." I growled through clenched teeth. I pointed to the door. She walked over to the bureau and picked up a neatly folded pile of clothes, she walked out of the room without another word. I walked over to Jace's bed and screamed in his face.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"

"What?" He mumbled still blinking, his face winced up, and he put a hand to his forehead.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU-" I screamed again as he cut me off. He looked confused, probably hung over.

"SHUT UP." He yelled. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he had both his hands on his head now as he slowly sat up.

"Was that Seelie?" He asked hesitantly. I crossed my arms.

"Yep. What the hell was she doing in your room? In one of your Yankee shirts?" I started tapping my foot.

"I don't know." He mumbled. He was rubbing both his hands over his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Very convenient Jace." I snapped.

"Did you have sex with her?" He shook his head.

"I don't know…No…I don't think so." He mumbled a little less groggily. His hands were resting on his face.

"Very convincing." I spat.

"I'm sure that will be very reassuring to Clary when I-" He dropped his hands to his side as he cut me off again.

"SHUT UP. GOD. I feel like crap." He muttered the last part.

"You think. You drank enough." He was shaking his head.

"I didn't drink that much Izzy. Not really. Eight or nine beers I think, over the course of the night. I shouldn't feel like this." He scratched the back of his head.

"Well you acted drunk as anything last night that's for sure." He put his hands together almost like he was praying and rested them to his chin, he looked down like he was in thought.

"I don't even remember much of last night." He said softly. I rolled my eyes.

"So that's convenient. So you don't' remember how Seelie ended up in your bedroom or what you did with her, or what you did to Clary, but maybe that's the same thing, maybe Clary already knows-" He was shaking his head as he cut me off again, his hands dropped to his sides.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I took an exasperated breathe.

"Clary, Jace. Why is she in her room with the door locked and her music blaring right now? Does she know Seelie was in your room last night? She's probably bawling her eyes out. Unless she's in there with-" He cut me off as he climbed out of bed.

"Get something to pick the lock." He spat. I ran down the hall to the kitchen to grab a butter knife. I heard him knocking on the door and talking. Not that loud, I doubt she could hear him from inside. I rushed to his side. I noticed absentmindedly that he was wearing a pair of gym shorts, though in his room he had just been wearing boxers. This close to Clary's door, I could almost make out a male's voice, but with the music on so loud, I couldn't tell if it was really a voice or just the song. I was really starting to wonder if she could have Will in there with her. There was a high pitched brief noise that traveled from Clary's room.

"Was that a scream?" Jace looked startled.

"It sounded more like a screech or a wail. Maybe she's crying her eyes out or maybe she's having sex?" I blurted out. Jace glared at me.

"Don't even Izzy." I took a deep breath.

"Will's car is in the driveway." Jace looked absolutely livid. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I was feeling less and less comfortable about breaking into Clary's room. He reached down and tried to take the knife from me, but I jerked it away.

"Give me the damn knife."

"I don't think that's the best idea. Knock again, she probably didn't hear you." Jace pounded on the door, much louder this time. I think he was trying to knock the thing down.

"Happy?" He growled. I shook my head.

"Let me go in first Jace. If she's having sex, I doubt you'll want to see her. If she's upset, I doubt she'll want to see you." He gave me a menacing look. I was praying we weren't about to barge in on Clary and Will. That would he horrible for everybody.

"If you say that again Izzy…She was…Well the last thing I remember she was fine." He muttered the last part shaking his head.

"Very convincing Jace. The last thing you remember…Well you also don't remember how Seelie got in your room." He took a step back. I jammed the butter knife in the lock and turned until I heard the little click.

"Back up. I don't want her to see you." I spat. What I was really thinking was I don't want you to see her and Will. He rolled his eyes, but took a few steps back. I shooed him further and he threw his arms in the air and walked the 20 feet or so to his room and stepped inside.

"Happy now?" He snapped. I shot him a quick tight smile.

Clary's POV

I stood trembling, one of Sebastian's arms was tightly around me, and his other hand was caressing my bare ass. He was kissing my neck, tears were finally spilling over. No means no right. Maybe if I just say no.

"No. Whatever you want from me the answer is no. No means no. So you need to stop, you need to let me go and you need to leave my room. You need to get out right now." I felt the tears streaming down my face. His lips hesitated at my neck a moment longer. I heard a light knock at my door. Sebastian's arms dropped from my body. His hand came down on my right shoulder and spun me around; he left his hand resting on my shoulder.

"God Clary you're crying. I thought you were into this. I felt like there has been this thing between us since that night by the lake. Then last night by the bonfire…I just thought you didn't want to be with me as long as you were with Jace, but seeing as Jace appeared to be out of the picture, I thought…God Clary I'm sorry, you look so upset." I glared at him. I took a deep breath and my hand smacked hard across his face. He tightened his grip on my shoulder severely, causing me to yelp in pain, he looked furious for a moment, but then quickly dropped his hand from my shoulder and composed his face. I took a rapid step back. He thought I was into this? What does that even mean? Who would be into something like this? I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Would he have stopped if somebody hadn't just knocked at the door? He sounded pretty sincere, but I couldn't tell. Then there was that moment right there that face, and the pain that jetted through my shoulder. I didn't feel comfortable around him, I hadn't felt that comfortable around him lately, and I'd never feel comfortable around him again. The knock at the door came again, much much louder this time. He looked visibly startled. I was finding my voice and my rage.

"Did it sound like I was having a good time? Did it sound like I was into this?" He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck.

"Some girls like to roll play…They have kinky fantasies…You didn't seem like the type, but maybe…I don't know." I put my hands on my hips.

"Do you really think I would want my first time to be like that?" He took in a quick intake of air.

"God Clary you're a virgin? I didn't know…I just thought…the other night you were willing." The door to the bedroom opened slowly. Sebastian and I were facing each other, me closest to the dresser, him closest to the bed, standing a couple feet apart, but we could both see the door where we stood. We both turned as Izzy peeked in.