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Chapter 20 (1,9K)
Clary's PoV
Oh my gosh! What just happened? What was that? That was the best feeling ever! Jace just brought me to cloud nine in an ineffable way. I can't believe my body was able to feel so many diverse and intense things all at once. And now, as I am resting on his chest, he is saying the L-word.
It's just a murmur as if he didn't plan to say it out loud, but by the tone of his voice, I can tell he means it. And here comes the problem. I mean, I want to say the words back, I really do. But I'm a chicken, so I don't dare.
He kisses my hair and tells me he's going to use the loo, and so I get up and put on his shirt because I'm sappy like that. Just having his shirt on me makes his smell linger on me a bit longer.I'm cheesy, don't judge. I mean, the guy literally smells like sunshine. Who smells like leaking sunshine? I mean, besides angels?
I put my panties back on, and start looking around. It's the first time I am consciously in Jace's room, and it is so … simple. It's not what Simon's, or Alec's room looks like. It's so neat, and bland. Everything is the strict minimum, and at its rightful place. The only touch of personalisation is a framed picture and a signet ring on his wooden desk.
Since I'm curious to know a bit more about Jace, I go to the desk and take the picture in my hands. But as soon as I see what's in the frame, I freeze, my heartbeat suddenly gone.
It's a picture of Jonathan and Jace! Laughing together on the grass. I think I'm going to puke. I look a bit closer, unable to look away from this pictured horror. I have to say, they look a bit older like they're in their 20's. And there are some slight differences.
Jace's eyes, for instance, they're not the golden honey I'm used to. And the Jace I know is more muscular than the one in the picture, with his hair slightly less curled but longer. But the Jonathan look-alike … It's terrifying to see how much they looked alike. Same height, same pale-blond hair, same perfect features, same stature, same way to smile … The only difference was in the eyes. Jonathan's eyes had always been so black that I could never actually see his irises, whereas the man in the picture had deep brown eyes.
I don't need to be Sherlock to know who the men in the picture are. Jace's and Jonathan's fathers. I can feel my handshake as I realise that since Jace's and Jonathan's fathers knew each other, the chance of Jace and Jonathan knowing each other is pretty high.
I can suddenly feel Jace behind me, hugging me tight against him; but as his warmth is trying to envelop me, I only feel colder and colder.
"That's my father and my Godfather." He lets me know
His Godfather? This man raised Jace? This man raised the caring and sweet Jace that I know, and the monster that is Jonathan?!
"That's your Godfather?" I ask for confirmation, denying a few more seconds what my instincts are telling me.
"Yes, that's Valentine."
God, what have I done? How come I didn't realise this earlier. It was so obvious, screaming all over the place with red flags. How many times did my guts tell me that Jace reminded me of Jonathan, bur I reasoned myself in saying that I was paranoid? But they have the same sarcastic ways, the same way to grin, the same abilities to do things that normal people don't. Like speaking several foreign languages, picking locks, track down people. And what Jace told me about his Godfather …. It's almost word for word what Jonathan used to say about his father.
And right now, I feel … so stupid. There I thought I was free of Jonathan, but I fell in the arms of his spiritual brother! I feel sick. I want to throw up.
I can hear Jace ask if I am okay, and I only nod, unable to look at him in the eye. I don't want to see Jonathan in his tawny eyes. I don't want to see his real face, just like I did with Jonathan.
I go to the bathroom, and once I am sure I am locked in, I turn on the shower, before hurling in the toilet. If I were to listen to the melodramatic side of me, I would just cry. But I reason myself and decide I don't have time for that. I have to get out of here as fast as possible.
So I quickly rinse my mouth and flushed the toilet before rushing to my room (and making sure that the water is still running). Once in my room, I throw on some clothes and I grab my messenger back and my helmet before getting the hell out of here, away from Jonathan 2.0
On the asking lot, I run into Alec who suspiciously looks at me as soon as he sees me. I plaster a fake smile and a happy face as he walks to me and asks,
"Didn't you say that you were supposed to stay in the Institute?"
"Oh, I'm just going to the auto shop. I want to check a few things on my bike."
"Okay." Then he looks at me intensively. "Are you okay?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
He shrugs and goes back to the Institute, though I'm sure he's still looking at me. Which is why I decide to make sure he sees me going to the auto shop. But as soon as I'm sure he's out of sight, I hop on my bike and drive the hell away from this place.
To be fair, all I want is to see my Mom, right now. But I don't know where she is. No one knows. So after driving for what seemed forever, I stop and try to think logically of what I can do.
I can't go home, because there are too many people looking for me, and home will be the first place they will be looking for. I can't go to Luke's, because he will reap me apart for being out of the Institute. I can't go to Simon, because he's going to rat me out to Luke, like the little snitch that he is.
But as I am racking my head trying to figure out what to do, I remember that Alec's boyfriend, Magnus, has incredible abilities. So I start up my bike and go where we had the Halloween party, hoping with all my heart that he will be able to help me out.
As I get in from of Magnus's place, I take a good look at his mansion, and it feels like forever ago since I came here for a party. still, I can't help but wonder how much being a certified hacker pays him because it's in the middle of New York, and it's a freaking mansion.
Since I have no patience, and I am still panicking, I ring at the doorbell like a man until he finally opens the door. He takes a look at me, and when it seems he remembers me, he leans against frame, passing a tired hand over his glittery face,
"Why do I have the impression of déjà vu?"
"What?"
"Never mind, come on in."
I follow him inside, realising how empty his place seems without the crowd of the party. We go to the kitchen and he serves us two black coffees, two mugs covered with glitter. Then, he leaves me for a couple of minutes, and when he comes back, he sits in front of me and looked at me, studying my face as if it am missing a piece. I rub my cheeks since I cried on my way there.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks, and I don't wait for a second,
"Can you help me find my Mom?"
He sighs heavily before looking away. "I can't. She disappeared as in disappeared. It's like she never even existed. Not even as your Mom. Don't you think that Luke already came to me for this?"
"You know Luke?"
"More than you could ever imagine." I raise my eyebrows and shrug, I never thought Luke was gay, and into younger men than him. But they do them. Of course, my reaction makes Magnus laugh at me,
"Not like that, it's just that we actually worked a few time together in the past... Like the day your mother came for example."
"My Mom came to you?" Well, that explains his impression of déjà vu.
"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago, just before you entered the Institute, or even heard about if. She came here, in tears and asked me to erase both of you and to procure you fake IDs and passports."
"What?!"
"But that's when Luke barged in, telling her that it wasn't smooth and that the best way to keep you safe was to lock you in the Institute. She agreed to it but still asked for the fake papers. I have them if you want…"
As he says so, he slides to me a craft envelop that I take without really being aware of what I'm doing. All I can think about is that Mom wanted to uproot us. Mom, who never wanted to subscribe to an actual phone plan or a subway monthly ticket, had wanted to make us leave the country? What could have scared her like that?
Two weeks ago … that's when she told me about my father. But all she told me was that he is bad news. She didn't even tell me his name or what he looks like. Though given my lack of melanin, I can only assume that he's as milky white as I am. but I never thought that my father could be so scary that she'd want to actually leave the country and leave it all behind. Luke, Simon, our lives …
I pick at the skin under my nails, trying to quiet the nasty voice in my head. Maybe the reason why no one can find her is because she left on her own. Maybe she was too scared, and she thought that I would be safe in the Institute … Maybe I should stop depressing myself with such thoughts.
And I am torn by them as the front door slams open and Alec's voice echoes before we can even see him,
"Magnus we need your help to find ... Clary! What're you doing here?"
"Told you she would come and see me, to find her Mom."
Alec briefly looks at Magnus before going back to me. I stand up, avoiding his gaze, and I thank Magnus for the coffee and the information before I try to leave. But of course, Alec puts his hand on my shoulders.
"Clary, what happened?"
"Nothing, as Magnus said, I wanted to know if he could help to look for my Mom... By the way, you didn't talk about it to anyone." I ask. I don't want people to know all about my life.
"No. But what happened? Everyone is looking for you back there. Luke is freaking out!"
"He's going to kill me! I better head back." I say, and he hesitates for a moment, looking at Magnus before walking with me.
"I'll go with you."
"And how will you do that? I'm on my bike and I have only one helmet. No helmet, no passenger! And actually, I'm not even sure that I could drive the two us, me being so small and all." I lie, but it seems to convince him.
"I'll drive behind you."
I nod, knowing that there was no way in Hell I am going back to the Institute. I hop on my back and pretend to wait for him. But once we're on the road, I lose him in the traffic and rush at my place.
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 So ... I can't wait for the next chapter, haha. Just to make one thing clear, Clary doesn't know what Valentine looks like, and that her father's name is Valentine, all she knows is that he is bad news, according to her Mom and Luke ...
💚 What's up with that frame?
💚What's up with Jocelyn wanting to leave the country? And what about Clary's reaction in general?
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💚‼️💚 I was enjoying my family visiting me, but here I am making it up for you. So, here are the updates of the month 💚‼️💚
- Road Trippin, FSOG version (COMPLETE)
- The Nanny, FSOG story (chap 14)
- Second Chances, TMI story (chap 20)
- Forbidden Fruit, FSOG version (chap 20)
- The Mobster's Wife, TMI version (chap 20)
- Tainted Love, TMI story (chap 13)
- The Consequences of a One-Nightstand, TMI story (chap 6)
- A Flicker of Hope, Twilight story (Epilogue)
- How Much?, FSOG story (chap 1)
- The Daddy story, TMI & FSOG version (chap 17)
💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Mina💚💚💚