The Magister POV

Kissing my lips to the piece of paper, I examined the paper as it left my hands and the single trace and outline of black lined lips, licking my considerably dried lips I tsked, why was kissing a piece of paper and making it look good oh so hard? Lucy picked up the piece of paper, held it to her chest before throwing it into the abyss of the flame. From the deafening beat that came from my monitor, the bird had arrived and delivered the note to Clary and her family. I really had no reason to even be concerned for them anymore, I had helped them survive the less sane parts of the Edom family, but that did not mean that the rest of the Edom family didn't have vengeance for the blood in their family that had been spilt. Lilith was no easy opponent, I could say that much – but she had other family members and those members were far more violent and vicious. Clary and Jace were still in danger, heck even I was in danger from the Edom family; but I wasn't as concerned for my safety because I could rebuild myself – I had the ability to do that, whereas Clary? Jace? Their kids? They only had one shot at this and that shot could be stolen as soon as they were given.

Clary POV

Jace arrived that evening along with an incredibly excited Emperor. His reaction to the letter was what I expected, it was loud and kind of almost in the realm of absolute disbelief, he half wanted to rip the piece of paper into pieces, but he didn't want to do anything to crazy in front of the twins, Cináed I had on my lap, brushing her hair as her brother babbled and rolled around with his wooden toys.

"We'll we have to go, if the warning is serious we have no time to lose."

"It's not as if we can just keep running."

"You have the funding." Jace sighed

"Yes, but I don't want our life together along with our kids to be a constant one of running, running and running."

Why was he being the irrational one? He was meant to be the psychiatrist – of which he was still technically mine even when I didn't need one and didn't want one, he still concluded that he wanted to keep a close eye on my mental health just in case I had a flare up – also so that the kids could be taken from me and separate arrangements made to keep them safe from what some people feared was a Pyromaniac flare up. Not that, that would happen I had put away the matches and the lighters and the idea of setting anything on fire especially near my family scared me, not that I didn't like fire, I still loved the destruction of fire but in some kind of way I didn't want my kids to be made aware of how legitimately unstable their mother truly was.

Jace POV

The Next Morning

"You want my help?"

"We need your help." I corrected

Here we sat in the very sitting room of one Michael Wayland, the old man hadn't changed at all since I last saw him, his grey eyes looked over at Clary who was fussing along with Sophie over the twins who refused to sleep, as soon as I was rational I had decided that enough was enough and that we would enlist the help of Michael, a man who I hoped would have kind of power over the situation; and sure enough he did. We had practically had to fly to his house which he had built himself in the middle of nowhere on a practically undiscovered island.

"And you need my help because you are in a mess you cannot get yourself out of?"

Michael's hand grasped his glass of bourbon, the clinking of ice, he swirled the glass before bringing it to his mouth, his eyes as grey as they were; found themselves focusing on a point just above my head. He sipped and thought for a moment thus leaving Clary and I in a state of silent panic before he placed the glass down and clasped his hands on the expansive length of his desk – which Clary had swooned at - it was legitimately just a chunk of pure unshaped Italian marble, and to be honest I didn't understand the appeal, of course for Clary as someone who practically grew up surrounded by wealth she had a reason to appreciate it for what it is, was.

Like a flutter of a flame, the sound of breaking glass and the instinctive urge to grab and duck, Clary practically leapt almost if in mid-air upon the twins, a human shield and cage. Whatever or whoever had shot, what felt like a million bullets hadn't aimed at us, for it felt like they had gone around us and directly at the person on the other side of the table. Once the hail of fire was up and done, we waited for what felt like an eternity before Michael made a noise that sounded half like a man, and half like he as a ghost.

"It seems they know how to find you, if they can find even here then I cannot be of help but there are people I know who can help." He cleared his throat

We assessed, the damage was mostly to the walls, and the cabinets not so much to anywhere else, Sophie like the rest of us was breathing heavily scared out of her mind and the babies were crying – so much for being safe; it was as if our enemies had managed to track us down even to here; it was unbelievable. Once we were sure there would be no more gun fire, and further we moved into a more solid room with more solid rooms and no windows, Michael continued.

"Let me see if I can find their numbers; but if you go down that route you may have to throw away your old lives and all the people that you know in order to be happy."

Were we prepared to throw away our loved ones? To take our children and to disappear into oblivion and to become someone else, knowing that there, was no plausible way in almighty hell we could return to our previous lives… our current lives? I didn't know how to stomach such a thought and it seemed as though Clary did for she picked up her phone, taking Cináed with her, she stepped out of the room.

Sebastian POV

"What's up Clary."

I rubbed my temple, turning the flames on the stove down by a notch, I listened to Clary speak; she called rarely and when she did most of the time it was just so she could get whatever was on her mind off, of her mind. Also, so she could have a second opinion from yours truly, Auraline stepped towards the stove from where she was cutting up carrots a moment earlier, she grasped the wooden spoon from me and gave me a soft smile before beckoning me out of the kitchen to continue what was meant to be the start of my mother's family's recipe for a stew that I had not had since finding out she was not only dead; she had been gracious enough to write them all down in a book which now rested against the counter being examined and nit-picked, for someone so obsessive over details; mother really did not write neatly.

Auraline had come by often since Clary had moved out and with her moving out Simon had no reason to linger around for longer than necessary, Auraline worried for my social needs decided that it would be her job to come by, visit and sometimes stay the night. As Clary's voice continued to consume my thoughts. Auraline moved to tip more ingredients into the bowl after reading what she was mostly decipherable writing from my mother. She cooked with a sway in her hips and a soft hum on her lips. It was her red hair that confused me most of all when it comes to Clary and her – they could be sisters if not for the fact that Auraline was taller and her bones were dancer-eques.

Finally, Clary came to an end with her words and waited for my response.

"Is this goodbye?"

I hadn't expected for my voice to crack, nor for the heavy choking feeling to flood my system, getting off of the stool and walking towards the window, Auraline had turned towards me her eyes full of concern, I waved her looks away before continuing to speak to the only family member I had left.

"So, you're telling me that this phone call is the last time, I'll ever hear from you?"

"Least till we're safe." Her voice was just as broken.

"When will that be?"

"I don't know, but I promise. You will hear from me again. I love you Sebastian, big brother. Goodbye."

She hanged up before I could say the same. She always hated goodbyes but this stung and I didn't really know if I'd ever be ok till I heard her voice again.