Jocelyn opened the curtains in Clary's room letting the light spill over the bed. Clary loved the light. Maybe because of the angel blood she carried or possibly the artist in her. Either way if Clary woke, Jocelyn would be sure that she woke to light.
She turned and looked at her daughter asleep on the bed. He pale face was so serene. Jocelyn's hand itched for a pencil, but she shook off the feeling. She would not capture this moment and remind herself of this tragedy. She pulled the chair up beside the bed and took Clary's hand. The moment she touched it she jerked her hand back it was covered in blood. She turned Clary's hand over and saw that the palm was full of blood. Jocelyn took a cloth from the table beside the bed and dipped it in the water bowl. Then she started to clean Clary's hand as the blood came off it revealed what Jocelyn had thought, Clary had dug her fingernails into the skin while she was sleeping. She took the stele from beside the bed and drew an iratze on Clary's forearm. Then she pulled up the coverlet to check to see how much blood had gotten on the bed. She gasped when she saw more blood on the bed than she expected. When she looked at it closer she realized it was a rune. It looked like two long lines intersecting with circles attaching them at both ends. It looked fairly simple. She picked up Clary's sketchpad and pencil and drew the rune.
Jem examined the rune on the piece of paper Jocelyn had given him. "I've never seen this rune, not in The Grey Book or any other book. I can pass this to the Silent Brothers for more research."
"I'm worried," Jocelyn said. "The mark on Clary's hand, now this drawn in blood on her bed. Why can't they of all people live in peace? They've been through so much already."
"The Angel tests us over and over again to make us prove our worthiness. We are forged in the fire of battled and tempered in our losses."
Joceyn nodded. "I know."
Jem got up from the desk and put his hand on Jocelyn's arm. "If there were anyone I would believe would come through this, it is Jace and Clary. Their love is is unlike any others that I have ever known. I will take this to the Silent City myself."
Jocelyn smiled at him. "Thank you James."
Jem gasped. "I have not heard that name said in so long by anyone other than Tessa."
Jocelyn put her hand up to her mouth, "I-I'm sorry."
Jem held up his hand. "Do not be sorry, it is good to hear my name. It has been so long since I have used any other name than Brother Zachariah. Thank you for doing me the honor of using my proper name."
Jocelyn took his hand. "You are a good man James Carstairs."